She was almost as tall as me and a bit slimmer with light brown hair. It’s just that she didn’t wear revealing clothing. Her bikini was modestly c...ut as much as a bikini can be cut modestly.The eight of us filled plates and had a table. We enjoyed our meal. Jam got the two of us more beer in mugs. Roger even got Angela her lemonade though had grabbed a beer for himself. He looked at us and asked, “How did you get the mugs?”I looked at Jam. He said, “I got to know Josh, the bartender. He offered. Instead, the pressure against my pucker increased. I tried my best to relax it, but it was stretched wider and wider. It felt dirty and naughty, and suddenly twinges of pain shot through it. “Stop!” I wailed, and my pucker clenched hard around the tip of his cock. Each clenching hurt like hell. “You’re tearing me apart!” “Stop panicking,” he told me. “It’s nowhere near tearing. But I’ll give you a few seconds and count to ten. One.” I tried to breathe evenly and relax. “Two.” Slowly, my. She had aubern hair and blue eyes, her lips were full and her neck long and slim. From experience I guessed her breasts to be 36B. Her stomach was flat and honed from (I guess) hours in the gym and just above her slit she had trimmed her hair into the briefest of landing strips. Her cunt lips were tight and reddish and looked slightly moist; Her legs were long and slim. Not bad for a 19 year old."Well...do you like?" she asked.By now the tent in my trousers must have been making my answer. My mind had made up a scenario where both Mrs Patel and Miss Jenna was with me in the shower. I slowly stroked my dick while imaginary Miss Jenna came and hugged me from behind, her dick wedged in between my soft ass cheeks. She kissed me right behind my ears and all the way down my neck, her dick throbbing near my ass.Mrs Patel was standing under the shower handle, water trickling down her tanned body. She approached me and held my dick on her hand, slowly stroking. She then gently bit on my.