Standing there in the garden with bare breasts Heather looked like a young Goddess. Her breasts were beautiful, firm and high with light pink nipples ...nd a nice size like a grapefruit and just begging to be licked and sucked. Anne took Heather by the hand and led her to the gazebo and the privacy it would ensure. As Heather sat down Anne gently reached up and hefted a breast in her hand and stroked it. Heather lay back with a sigh and looked at Anne as she bent her head to pull the nipple into. They were cut high on the thigh and wrapped around the waste with just a thin band of elastic. The lace pattern was a series of small roses that reminded me perfectly of the way she smelled. She slid her pants over her hips and then turned and bent over as she slid them down her legs. This was the first time Jan had done something other than what I had asked just because she thought I would like it and I did. But, I made a note to remind her that I was in charge. Her panties carried the same. Of course I was happy to find myself in bed, in my suite, with the sun shinning its warm and gentle morning rays, easing my transition from dream to reality. ~~~~~~ I had no sooner put on a pair of blue jeans and tee shirt than there was a knock at the door. I opened the door to find a kindly Kevin standing there with a coffee service tray in his hands and a smile on his face. ‘Top o’ the mornin to ya,’ he jovially grinned, ‘I hope ya slept well, Mister Henson.’ ‘Please,’ I smiled, gently. He acquiesced and let the head enter me, gripping me by the hips while he pushed his pelvis forward and slid all seven and a half inches deep into me. I squealed with delight and squirmed against him but his firm hands stopped my gyrations so he could draw back...He began to pound his thick cock into me while pulling my hips back so my ass slammed against him, my moans and shrieks of pleasure muffled as I buried my face into the blanket beneath me, my back arched to get him as deep as possible..