..why don't you touch them?", she asked, and untied the sash which held her robe closed. I cupped her breasts with both hands, and ran my thumbs over ...er rock hard nipples. "Please flat-tongue them honey," she said. Soon I had them covered with my saliva, and she was swaying with pleasure. "You're going to make me cum," she whispered. I ran my tongue down her body from her breasts to her kitty - which I noticed to be smoothly shaven. She squealed with delight, and held my head against her. Sara felt the merest touch of his tongue on her bare anus. Her knees trembled and she closed her eyes more tightly to heighten her sensitivity. Wonderfully exposed, dangerously vulnerable, unbearably excited, she could feel Sam's tongue as it explored her body more and more. She felt it soft against her buttocks, then wide and flat against the underside of her clitoris, then firm and pointed entering her vagina. Her legs trembled again with a minor climax that caught her by surprise, her knees. She dropped the empty glass on the table and continued sipping from the second. I grabbed one myself and tried to keep up. As we approached the end of the table and the small group which was our real target, Sheryl gained purpose. She grabbed my hand pulling me close as we were only feet away."Oh hi there," she said to the painted cowboy. "How are you? Tony right?" Right," he said somewhat confused, looking her up and down. "And you are?" Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Sheryl. This is my husband Bob," she. Her long brown hair was pulled back and ran through the opening in the back of the ballcap. She casually looked my way, smiled and then nodded her head to recognize me.About that time, my eight-year-old approached and asked me to go swimming. I politely declined, simply because I wasn’t in the mood to swim. Not soon afterwards, the wife and our youngest pronounced themselves ready for dinner.“Why don’t you guys go up and shower and I’ll be up in a little bit?” I suggested. The wife was fine.