There was a second black Mercedes parkedbehind. The wave of heat outside the aircraft hit April almostimmediately and Adam could feel himself sweating... profusely in the suit.These things were not made for extreme heat and the extra layer of skinwas roasting him already, not to mention the sweat inside the suitbecoming unbearable.Adam decided that for now there was nothing he could do but go along forthe ride. He was relieved when he was bundled into the back seat of theMercedes between Catherine. I asked him what he was doing up, he said he was checking his trout lines, not that I have a clue as to what they are. We sat there and made small talk for a bit when he told me his tent mate didn’t make it to the tent tonight; I wonder if he’s one of them with Julie. He offered me his sleeping bag. Brad was so nice and shy; I figured I would be safe. So off to the tent we went. We got there and he went to his sleeping bag, I went to mine. It was still muggy out so I just laid on top of it.. "Adam leveraged himself out of the pool, "A screwdriver?"Marigold nodded, "Sure."By the time Adam came back, Marigold had wrapped herself in one of the hotel's robes and sat down at one of the unoccupied tables at poolside. The drink was sweet and barely tasted like alcohol."So," asked Adam, sipping his beer. "Are you here with your husband?"Marigold smiled. She must be pulling off the adult act better than she thought. Not wanting to be caught out for the game she was playing, she said, "Yes.. “I thought it felt pretty good. But the best part was when I pulled it out when I got back to my room.”I held still for the last few squirts from my cock when I asked her, “You mean you didn’t take it out right away?” “I couldn’t,” she replied calmly. “We were in the middle of a park and it was too light outside for me to pull it out from under my skirt without anyone seeing. So me and my roommate walked back to our dorm and I took it out there.”I was shocked beyond belief at all of the.