After my third refill of jungle juice, I start to feel more relaxed and more confident. I feel sexy. People are chatting, I’m politely chatting back... You see someone talking my ear off and smile apologetically. I smile back and shrug letting you know I’m fine.After about an hour I casually look down at my phone, scroll to the sexy pics I took earlier this week. Choosing one of the more tame ones, I hit send. Glancing over, I see you chatting with your friend, you look down at your phone,. “Okay.”“I don’t have details, but it normally means something’s happening, like maybe an investigation or some kind of ops.”I moved my hand to the back of his neck and absently grazed it with my fingers, thinking carefully about my next words. The pool lights were casting a rippling blue glow on the white cabana drapes and the heater was radiating against our feet. He didn’t speak, seemingly lost in thought at the information I had disclosed.I carried on, “I’m not suggesting you have anything. All I want is this orgasm that is so incredibly close. As his tongue returns to my clit with a newfound speed and frenzy I grab his head with both hands. “Oh, my God…yes…right there…fuck me with your fingers,” I gasp. “Make me cum.” He inserts two fingers and begins thrusting them into me while his tongue continues to work its magic on my clit, and I am quickly overcome. “Oh, YES!” I scream out, writhing in the chair as my body explodes with ecstasy. I collapse forward onto the chair back to. She lifted slender fingers of both hands and touched the loose folds of the robe, but she made no attempt to pull them over her almost indecently exposed breasts. In fact, much to his surprise, she slowly pulled the loose folds away, baring her breasts in all their beauty. Then she raised her eyes almost as if she was drunk. ‘Don’t you think they’re beautiful? Are they strange to you? Do they look like breasts you’ve seen on other women?’ She shook her head and frowned, she was beginning to.