"I saw you run into the pool. You nervous?"The girl has some b cup boobs, long blonde hair, green eyes, and a nice little butt. She had tattoos on her...wrist and some close to her hips."I'm ashley. Don't be nervous, I can see your dick. Can I help you?"Brian just nodded. He couldn't speak.She grabbed his shaft under the water and looked him right in the eyes."First time anybody has ever rubbed your cock?" No I've gotten a handjob before but just once." Really? This is to nice of a cock for it. Soon the bottle of rum was empty, Travis didn’t mind, it had served its purpose. He pulled Missy up from across the bar and looked into her eyes, still shimmering with unshed tears. He smiled, bent down and gave her a ?gag kiss.? With that, Travis pulled Missy away from the mini bar and toward the stocks. He halted her in front of the formidable-looking device. He raised the top half of the stocks, it swung easily on the well-oiled hinges. The hinges had a stopper at just past 90. For a week, our house was full of friends, and then they began to dwindle until we only had a friend or two per day, mostly Mom's and Dad's friends. At a later time Mom said, surprisingly, that most of the real friends turned out to be not business associates or long term friends, but friends from the swingers groups, the swapping societies etc. Sure, I've noticed that Ron and Marcie were among the guests several times, although they were much younger than Mom and few years older than Linda and. Instead he began to kiss back up her body, switching from leg to leg, once again bypassing her pussy in favor of her breasts. He spent longer here this time, kissing over every inch of them, only leaving them when her nipples were fully erect and he could sense that he was no longer thrilling her in any meaningful way. He was here to build her up, not waste time.As he approached her pussy for yet a third time, her legs parted to welcome him, but once again he took his time. The heat and scent.