Your ego needs a boost and you start telling me this story about yourself to try and impress me. You watch me eat my gnocchi, the white, soft, pasty w...hite balls, dripping with cream sauce disappear into the scarlet red lips. The image of my naked white skin lying on your black silk sheets pops into your head. The white skin, the little shadowed area between my legs, the curve of my lower back, my little breasts, nipples you want to see hard. A little drop of the sauce stays on the lips. I lick. “You’d better carry her back to the changing rooms, Richard, this is a bit too public for a group-fuck”.Jenny tried to reply along the lines of ‘Oh yummy’, but only a gurgle emerged as several hands grabbed her roughly and marched her out of the pool. “OK – you’ve got twenty minutes before the Team Rules kick in – so get the bitch ready”.Richard had stripped and lain down on the changing bench – magnificent cock pointing towards the ceiling. Jenny was creaming; struggled out of her short denim. He grunted that despite my cunt looking sore, I was obviously still a sex hungry slut and clearly my appetite was not satiated, he had no idea! Demanding I open my legs further, which I obliged without hesitation, he jammed three of his big fingers straight into my fuck hole and proceeded to finger fuck me hard. So hard, his palm made a slapping sound in rapid tempo against my clit as I tilted forward clutching his shoulder bracing my weight against him. I grunted and mumbled in his ear showing. ‘Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.’ I offered. In fact, she didn’t. Her hair was a lot neater and she’d obviously dyed it to hide the grey. She might have lost some weight and she was wearing a much more appealing dress than she usually wore. I always thought she bought her clothes at the Salvation Army Thrift Shop. ‘You’ve bought some new clothes.’ she commented. ‘Yah, well the old ones didn’t fit anymore, so I pretty much had to.’ The waitress came. Molly was sipping some kind of.