I walked behind the boy and inspected his little bubble butt. He had shaved, but looking at his butt I could tell that he hardly even grew hair on his...ass. I tightly grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled them apart, showing his hairless little asshole that was still a bit red from when I fucked it in the bathroom. I reached behind me on the nightstand and grabbed the lube and the really large black butt plug. I set them on the ground and undid the leg restraints. I went to the bathroom and grabbed. My hand was resting casually on Jessi’s thigh, “Thanks for this, uncle Jack,” she said before kissing my neck. “Oh, I forgot to show you this,” Jessi added before pulling her shirt up on the right and pushing her shorts down a little. A tattoo of a peacock feather stretched from slightly below her right hip up along her ribcage. I moved my hand to her tattoo, tracing the design with my finger, “that’s beautiful, babygirl,” I said. She grinned and said thanks before smoothing her shirt back. Alyssa grabbed at them again, then followed with the foolproof approach of tickling her roommate, rendering her helpless. But Ashley had one last play – she flung the panties over the rail, three stories above the condo’s pool. But the morning breeze caught them and they fluttered over into a nearby palm tree, where they landed to stay.Moments later, other articles of clothing fell to the deck and into the pool. Bikini tops, sandals, cutoff jeans, mesh tops and another pair of panties all began. “I don’t have much cash on me at the moment.” “Let me have a look first and I can give you a quote.” Carla stepped aside and let him in. He was tall and slim and looked to be of West Indian origin. She guessed his age to be late forties or early fifties. She led him into the kitchen and to the sink. It was half full of water. “It does go down but very slowly,” she told him. “My husband insists on emptying his teapot down the sink. He prefers leaf tea to tea bags.” “I see,” he told her as he.