... why she asked... well I said I know where there is a deeper hole we could have swam in... she smiled and said "but I don't have a bikini" man that...was it for me, I said I know and that she would not ahve needed it... we walked back to the bank holding hands... once on dry land she stopped and pulled her shirt over her head... just like that I was looking at her cream sports bra... not very sexy she said I didn't mind... I moved closer to her and kissed her on hte lips... I knew we were. .. waiting for Mark... And what was there about her pilot husband which had suddenly given her an uneasy feeling, as if there were some shady mystery connected with him?Dianne emptied her glass and quietly went to the kitchen for another. Kye would know, she felt certain... if he would tell her. She returned to her chair in the darkened shadows of the living room, deciding that she would question him as soon as possible... tomorrow morning, perhaps... if she could face him... He'd actually been. I walked over to the bag and pulled out another toy: a large (repeat, large) black rubber dildo. The shaft was immense: it was probably the size of a baseball bat. I made my secretary take off her skirt, and strapped the dildo onto her so that it stuck out straight like a man's cock. My own cock was quite stiff by now. We jerked Cindy up to her feet, and I shoved my cock into her ass-hole again, pushing hard to force my dry rod into her even drier anus. She screamed in pain; the shocking of her. She was so fucked her head was bobbing. I told her to go lay on the bed and put tv on, while I used the bathroom, and she did. When I got back to the bedroom, she was propped up leaning against the pillows on the headboard, head to the side, legs apart, exposing through her black dress her pink thong, still high heels on. I sat next to her, leaned over and started kissing her while stroking her legs, up to full fingering her. She sloppily kissed me back, and I knew I was going to fuck her.