“Where you said you wanted to go. Roll.” Heavy sigh! Technowhite light from an overhead LED gives her bare flesh an opalescent glow. “I’m tire... of rolling! My fingers are cramped into old-lady knots!”“You can stop rolling when you get it right. Ten perfect joints.”I reach out my right hand and fondle her boob, rolling the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. “And how am I supposed to roll a perfect joint with you fingering my tit!”“Don’t make me turn this car around.”“As if I can make. I couldn’t be sure but it looked to me as though the woman was naked, and a ripple of desire shivered through me. I’d seen the distinctly feminine outline of Ulla’s body and, despite her imposing demeanour, imagined what it would be like to lick the salt from between her breasts, to trace a path with my tongue past her navel to finally reach that place between her legs. I wondered: was she smooth or natural down there? A shout from Peter, or maybe it was Dirk, I still couldn’t tell them apart,. . I say this because she was on this giant blanket on her knees slurping and sucking on this old mans cock . He had this suit on and she she was wearing some bikini top and some cut off shorts.his pants are down around his ankles and I look and I have to look again to make sure it was who I thought it was . This girl who was on her knees she was this girl who lived across the street in the house I grew up in and she was like 15 the last time I saw her. They had moved and I guess it wasnt vrey. I slid my hand up and under his t-shirt and found the top of his pants. I tried to reach down into his pants but there wasn't enough room.At this point Jeff has not said a word or moved in any fashion that would suggest he was for or against what was happening. I was moving as quietly and as slowly as I could so that Steve wouldn't hear what was going on.I reached down and undid the snap button on his jeans and then undid the zipper. I pushed his jeans open and then reached in and grabbed his.