Sliding her straps from her shoulders, he freed them, showing each the attention they deserved. She was on fire and couldn’t wait to see what happen...d next.As he kissed and caressed her wonderful breasts, she helped him remove his shirt. She loved the feel of his muscled arms she had only admired from a distance. His touch was powerful, yet passionate and reassuring. She was as wet as she had ever been in anticipation.“Fuck me!” she said under her breath.That simple command was enough to send. She turned and saw him and then looked back at Henry and told him something then started walking in his direction.“Hey, An, have you seen Ri?” he asked.“Yeah I just saw her she should be coming any second now, we’re always the last ones to shower.” She smiled.“Ok, thanks.”He watched her walk back towards Henry. Jake waited another five minutes, leaning against the jeep, which he decided to fix, he was going to straight out ask her what was going on and if she lied again then they were. ” “Yes, my boyfriend.” “Who is going to be fucking you in this house tonight. Jeanne, you're a slut. You let lots of guys fuck you. It really doesn't matter if it happens here or in a hotel room in another city. Wouldn't you enjoy being Jack's slut for an entire weekend.” “I'd miss you.” “And I'd miss you too, but we just survived a five month separation. I think we can handle an occasional weekend apart.” Jeanne was silent. After a moment she said, “Jack takes a golf trip with two of his. She rubbed my chest, my thigh, and finally her hand found my swollen cock. It made a very hard lump in my jeans, and she squeezed it and rubbed with enthusiasm. I swear, I almost blew my future kiddies out right then.She stopped, and her hands pulled her dress up over her head, exposing her white bra, just a hint in the darkness. Ditto her panties, a dim white triangle showing. Not one to be left behind or to miss an opportunity, off came my shirt, my shoes and socks.Jen reached and fumbled at.