I had cash in hand, nothing to spend it on, and was looking to find one of those loose little sluts who loved it when a guy threw some money around. J...ez did I find it! I mean, FUCK, she was the kind of chick you NEVER see in a bar this seedy. Tight wouldn’t be the word for her man ... Lemme tell ya. All of maybe five foot three, one hundred twenty pounds, but stacked like a brick shit house! 38D 26 34, long, and I mean LONG, red hair down to the small of her back, a light olive skin tone, and. .. but she was rootling in a drawer.“Coming down for a bit of sun?” she grinned, slipping on her new string bikini bottoms. “Come on we can do that later.” Not bothering with her top she was out of the door and twinkling nimbly down the stairs, with my towel.I sighed, put my trunks back on, found a fresh towel and followed her down. As I arrived Saffie hastily turned onto her front, but Zann lay there on her back, happy to have her lissom body admired, tits, nipples and all. She looked. Bending forward she replaced her thumb with soft lips, a gentle kiss as she once again ran her fingers through my hair. Her other hand cupped my face as her kisses became stronger. I fell flat on my back as Anya climbed completely on the bed and lay next to me. I tried to turn and hold her but she gently pushed my arm away and slid on top of me, the weight of her on my chest squashing my breasts. My arm was released and I was able to hold Anya tight as our kissing became more passionate, it had. I kissed my wrists seductively... first one, than the other, not quitting to look straight in his eyes. I palmed my body from the breasts, through the visible, nice waist and the larger hips, to my ass, which I spanked. I moved forward to put one knee on the bed. I scrolled the dress up and slided a finger into my succulent pussy. I could hear the juices mingle and I made sure he could experience the same sound. I lingered with the taken out finger around my lips, teasing them around, and.