I smile as you go to stand up, but I grab your hand instead. After a quick glance around, I move your hand to my inner thigh and slowly move it upward..., I let go as you continue to look in my eyes and slowly move your hand up my thigh. As soon as you touch me and feel my wetness, you smile as I inhale sharply. "Can we go somewhere? now?" I whisper never taking my eyes off yours. Your hand trails slowly back down my leg as you stand. Our eyes are still locked as you place one hand on my lower. I was attending to her warmth, her enthusiastic kisses, and Little Bob was responding in kind. After several minutes of snogging, she drew back, and sat up a little straighter. Crossing her arms before herself, she grasped the hem of her tee shirt, and drew it over her head, tossing it aside. NOW, I noticed her wardrobe selections. Her unfettered breasts bounced, as they cleared the shirt. Firm, full, a complete handful, her pale breasts were outlined by the bikini tan otherwise present.She. Then movement caught the corner of my eye and I froze, guilt does that every time, the movement turned into Bridgitte walking from the kitchen to the pool edge wearing one of the smallest white bikini's I had ever seen, and I sucked in my breath as my cock jumped to instant hardness.My eyes almost popped out of my head, and I found myself leaning forward for a better view. I was only seeing her from the back, but 'only' was an understatement! there was only a thin strand or string across the. So supple in adjusting to my filthy deep prodding, which was alternating with ramming thrusting and cock head play around her sensitive cunny lips.Her body was so acquiescent to my cock. My hands were on her hips. I was drilling deep...pushing really hard. I was watching my cock fill her, spread her and draw her lips slightly out as my cock pulled back from her body...then plunged in again.It had nothing to do with Francis I realised. Penny was Penny ...and wanted her pussy filled. Nothing.