She was doing that half turn girls do when their checking out their own asses. Hers was definitely nice. Not too big, but pronounced. ‘Nice,’ she...smiled. Unknowingly stealing my thoughts about her cute little ass. ‘So? The rules. Keep it clean. Regular soap and water. Keep A&D on it until it heals. It’ll flake and itch. Don’t scratch. No immersion in water until its healed. After that no fragrance lotion.’ ‘Got it.’ ‘Yes you do,’ I flashed her the smile that usually makes the panties drop. She. As I sat there under a flaming torch, nursing a warm beer and feeling sorry for myself, I was I heard a voice from behind me say "hello again.". I turned and I was you. As I struggled against the sand to stand up, you gestured me to stay there and then flopped down beside me. You told me that you hate doing these things, but it's a job and your father doesn't look good in a skirt! I think that I must have spat out most of my mouthful I was having. Again you gave me that look that you did when. What with the creaking of the bed, the slurping of his cock in Amy’s wet hole, and their excited breathing, I felt able to let myself go a little, and began to use my sticky fingers on my aroused clitoris. As I worked up a rhythm, I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm starting to build. I eased off, knowing I could control it for as long as I wanted while the fucking continued. They were really going at it by this time, him pushing back against her with each thrust, and although he was. They probably knew that they had no chance with a bunch of married women in their forties. But they decided to give their best under the circumstances. This is amusing, Susan thought, this is getting better and better. It did get better. Or worse, depending on the perspective. Susan could notice Mick’s and Shane’s gazes repeatedly skim over her breasts, legs and face, in quick feverish bursts. Boys will be boys, apparently, she thought. She smiled again, this time not only in her mind. Let them.