But with a guest, we all use the floor. Fran got the hint and got three beach towels laying them on the floor like spokes on a wheel.Dinner was stew s...rved in three soup mugs with handles. I had to say, “Rick, please sit here” as he seemed totally unsure of what to do with himself. He sat. I set his bowl down, got mine and put 3 dinner rolls on a plate in the center of our towel table. Fran and I sat with our knees forward and spread out enough to show our pussies. No matter how Rick moved his. She could feel her golden locks tickle over the small over her back, just above the curve her rear, the tie had fallen out. She pulled her hands up to her face and smoothed her hair back, holding her together in a ponytail and exhaling hard, letting it drop as she waded in further until the water reached just above her ankles. It was freezing. She held her breath and put out her arms, bending at her knees and jumping forward, diving into the depths of the ocean to cleanse herself.“Mmm, splendid. The DJ is really working up the crowd. The music is the typical house dance music and the crowd is a mix of ages, races, and genders. I look off to the right and see a couple of nice looking women dirty dancing with each other. I think to myself that after a beer I would love to get Magda out onto the dance floor and give our guy admirers something to watch. I make some small talk with Frank while Jason has totally captured Magda's attention. As be both finish our beers, Magda taps me on the. She was about 5'5 with enormous tits and a modest figure in a 120 lb package. As I began pulling off her clothes and my tongue started rolling down her neck to her nipples, her shallow breath turned into a quick gasp and her back went rigid."What?" I asked. She reached over the back of the couch and grabbed a blanket. She rushed to the heavily tinted sliding glass door of the apartment and slid it open. She was on the first floor but the wall to the patio was high, there was no way that.