One mom came over to walk with me and ask, “Did you have some gas or something you put in their drinks to keep my kids from screaming when their bar... butts touched the towels under them or the back of the chairs? They hate hot tubs and pools because of the chemicals. Can you tell me the secret?”“If someone ever finds out, they will have to tell me. It is something that I can’t explain, but I don’t mind seeing people who haven’t been able to stand anyone touching them get that little bit of. The more he kissed, the more she squirmed.But she wasn’t the only one. Tara found herself inexplicably affected by the scene next door. Her whole body felt warm. Her breathing quickened. And she found herself anxious to see what would happen next.The man stood and moved his mouth all the way up her back and to her shoulders. As she writhed under his touch, Tara caught sight of his erection glistening in the sunlight. She hadn’t thought to notice before, but now she couldn’t take her eyes off. Bill was about six feet tall, sandy brown hair, and lean - not skinny, but lean with very firm muscle tone. Bill's bathing suit was small and tight fitting like the type competitive swimmers wear. The first day he had come out to the pool while Linda and I were out there, Linda adjusted her sunglasses to get a better look. Turning to me, she had remarked how Bill's suit left little to the imagination and could even tell that his sizeable manhood was circumcised. We both had laughed that day and. My secretary began pumping in a regular rhythm, pulling in and out. Cindy's asshole, stretched to the limit, looked like it was being pulled off her body when the dildo was withdrawn; when it was shoved in, she looked like she was having a tree shoved up her ass. She sounded that way too, screaming constantly. To increase her pain (if such a thing was possible) my secretary began thrusting harder. She held Cindy's head still, and kissed her screaming mouth deeply, over and over. This muffled,.