Technically she is not old enough to be my mom, but she is old enough to be my older sister. Becky is in her late thirties and is married to my boss. ...His name is Pat and is somewhere in his fifties. Becky is his third wife and treats him like crap. It’s pretty obvious to me that Pat must be her sugar daddy. Becky for one thing is totally hot babe. She has brunette hair with sparkling green eyes. She also has huge tits that she made Pat pay five grand for. She has a sweet ass and a slim. She curled up and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she had no idea how much time had passed. She was woozy -- as if she had gotten drunk and fallen asleep. The sky was still dark, the streetlights were still on, but the breeze had picked up. She grabbed the fence and pulled herself up. Peering between the pickets, the gazebo was dark -- as was Renee's house. She wondered, questioned: had what she thought happened really happened? She was naked -- that much was sure. Her clothes were. " I can see her blushing a little. "Sure. Come on in. I think I have some. Gotta take a look." I say. As I lead her in to the kitchen, I remember how long it has been since I have had anyone besides me in it. I reach up and grab a bag of sugar. And as I turn around to hand it to her, she moves in close. "Steve," she says, "I have noticed that all you do is work. You need some play time." She gives me a little wink, and a coy smile crosses her lips. As she wraps her arms around me, she looks up. "It was a good thing she had shaved." She told herself. The black swimsuit bordered on obscene. The rest of the suit was cut more like a women's diving wetsuit.Marcel took the lead as they walked to the edge of the water. He couldn't get there fast enough. "How am I going to get out of the water without either of them seeing me like this?" he wondered.Marcel dived in like an expert swimmer. He hardly made a ripple as he went in. He surfaced about ten yards out from where he went in. Anna waded.