He could visualise his large dark skinned hands parting her thighs and his thumbs parting her cunt lips so he could access her sex with his tongue.In ...is mind, he could even hear her screams of passion. He could hear her begging him to fuck her; calling out for his cock and Bradley would oblige her of course. He could imagine him raising himself up the bed between her widely parted thighs and her hand reaching down for his huge manhood. He could almost see the smiles on their faces; Bradley. I know I'm not exactly being little miss faithful with the way I'm acting with him, but saying that would make me feel like I'm kind of crossing some kind of line.”“Well if he just wants you to say something, can't you just let it be a little white lie, something you tell him to make him happy?”She paused, collecting her thoughts. “You might be right, but I really feel like he meant it... really. You ask what else he could want. He told me he wants me to be his girl. I don't know what he means. Over lunch and our siesta we discussed our neighbours. Tina’s age we guessed was somewhere between Gail’s and mine; possibility around thirty. She was a Filipina, short in height, with a rounded plump figure. Her complexion was olive, small round breasts tipped by dark brown areolae and nipples. The short vertical stripe of black pubic hair matched her colouring. We guessed John was an Australian, in his late thirties, in reasonable physical condition. He too had black hair, massed on his chest. The panties were next. Julie got the back of the cotton underwear shoved down over her tight asscheeks in back, then rolled over, awkwardly onto her tummy. She hitched herself up on the seat, as close to one side of the car as possible bumping her knees against the side. Then she slowly shifted her body toward the other side, and this friction against the seat pulled the front of her panties downward.And the inch-worm action made her bared butt wriggle in the most delightful manner.But once was.