Is faslay ko tay karta hua may acha khasa bhig chukka tha. Unho nay jaldi say mjay towel di ki may apnay bal khusk kar loo. Phir hum dono under room m...y ja baythay, light nahi the, kuch dayrs hum batay kartay rahay, phir achanak light agai. Unki nazar jb mayray pay pari to kehnay lagi k tm to achay khasay bhig chukay ho change karlo may mujtaba (her hubby) k kapray dayti hoo. May nay mana kar dia Q k mjay acha nahi lag raha tha. Phir who insist karnay lagi k kam uz kam shirt change kar lo, to. Walking naked on my heels, feeling the eyes of the other couples, knowing what I was about to do, I felt my pussy dripping. In my room I took a shower, dried myself and searched some nice lingerie. It was too warm to wear stockings but I preferred to do an effort and pulled on the light silky nylons with garter belt, my red panties and bustier, pushing up my boobs showing my nipples just free over the edge of lace. All I had to do was some fresh make up and my black heels on. 2PM, someone. Perhaps I might phone Linda one day, if that's all right with her. My cousin will lend her a surf board and I could show Linda where the big ones are." Hugh chortled to himself. The biggest one was in the pants of old Sludge-Pump Yates."Why, of course, Hugh. Phone any time. Here's our number." Arnold Spender took a card from his pocket and wrote down the phone number of the apartment. "By the way," he added, "I forgot to thank you for looking after Linda. Thank your cousin for me, too. Good. I started to feel a tingle in my pussy as I paged through his pictures. Each one turned me on more and more as I saw his huge rock hard cock. I fantasized about him ramming it into my tight pussy. With my favorite picture of him up on my monitor, I leaned back on my chair and spread my legs under the desk. I slid my right hand to my crotch to the magic spot between my legs. I started rub my silk panties and pussy with my right hand. I was getting extremely turned on and I started feeling.