My girlfriend, Lynn, and I had been together about 4 months. We were driving around South Jersey with my best friend, Andy, his girlfriend, Leslie and... a mutual friend, Elaine. Leslie was driving her car. We stopped and got a bottle of wine and headed over to Leslie’s sisters house where she was house sitting for the weekend. As soon as we got to the house, we all passed the bottle around and we started to get just a little buzzed. We were listening to records in the living room, dancing,. One hand continued its questing search for that hint of an ass cheek that screamed for him to grip it as a lever to hold her even closer to his body. Its arrival on her ass coincided with the other hand's touch to the top of her now-soaked slit, generating a guttural groan of welcome and animal lust. She shifted her legs apart to grant him full access to her wet femininity, and to maintain her contact against this massive hunk of man whose sole mission in life might be to bring her a pleasure. I was worried and I wanted some time alone with Wendy to talk about what was worrying me. I invited Wendy to walk down to the nearby surf beach. She put on very short shorts and a skimpy top, and was ready to go. In those days, all of Wendy's tops were skimpy; they still are, today. I pulled on running shorts and was ready too. Suzie was out by the pool, breast feeding her new baby. They were a beautiful sight, both naked. We called out that we were going for a walk and would not be away. While she was dressed in sweats most of the day, he did get an eye full, when having worked up a sweat, Lisa pulled off her sweatshirt, and revealed a generously filled out sports bra. Lisa's dark areolas could be seen faintly through the fabric of the bra. Steve fantasized about the Japanese-American girl while they worked together. And when she asked about the club scene in town, he suggested that he guide her around town after dinner, to which Lisa readily agreed, flashing him a dazzling.