" You still mad about it?" Gina inquired."What?" I blurted, finally looking up again to offer the beautiful womana quizzical expression."Are you still... mad that he refused now that you?re sober?" Ginarephrased."What?! No!" I exclaimed. "Of course, I?m not mad about it now!"I hated the condescending look that answered my denial. "So what? Youdon?t think Ollie?s good enough for you?"Blinking a couple of times, I stammered out, "I ... I don?t ... I mean... " but the best I could manage in the. He was laying on the couch with just his shorts on; it was pretty warm as it was the middle of summer. I could see the out line of his cock inside his shorts and it looked good, I moved over closer to the couch and bent over, moving my hand I pushed down his shorts exposing the head of his cock, I slowly lowered my head down and put my lips around it. As I slowly put the head into my mouth it started to grow, and I started sucking on it. It filled my mouth, Jim put his hands on the back of my. ” I couldn’t think of anything to say.“You have nothing to be ashamed of. I hope you don’t mind, but I plan on staying naked out here as much as I can. That’s something I don’t get to do at home, and I hate wearing clothes.”I forced myself to turn my attention to my coffee cup, and she said, “I was hoping to use the hot tub for a few minutes and then catch some sun. Is the tub useable, or does it need to be filled?”The hot tub was on a deck which extended out from the full wrap-around porch.. Then, I noticed the officer drop her trousers and state-issued plain cotton panties. Watching us play she leaned against the wall and started to finger her own hairless pussy. Reaching the plateau of no return I thought to myself that it was time I let myself cum and the older lady torturing me became even more relentless. All of us girls crammed into one stall must have been a very funny sight to behold. The older lady that was licking and spanking my pussy was lost in her manipulation of my.