Long strands of blonde hair whipped around her head, like a hydra. She was in her own world. Even though I'd known Maggie since forever, sometimes (li...e now) I'd look at her still, and it would still amaze me just how incredibly fucking lovely she actually was. I was proud, but I was also sort of envious. I sometimes felt like, back when we'd been floating together in our amniotic bath, she'd soaked up all the good genes and left me with the crumbs. She was definitely my better half.She had. The following day we went for a meal in a quiet country pub and I told her how exciting it was to hear her be honest and open with me, I told her I had often imagined her getting fucked by the guy she'd cheated with and how I found the idea of her fantasising over Rob so horny. She admitted she'd fancied him for years but had never ever done anything for him to realise it, she'd hidden it well, because I never had a clue! Then she told me she masturbated thinking about him occasionally, and on. A small groan past my lips and I picked up speed only slightly. How she did not notice, I didn't know nor care. I was wanking inches from her, my balls aching to blow a stream of hot cum on her hair. The thoughts of it running down her high forehead, wetting her entire face before dropping onto her tits made me nearly burst. But before I could she turned around quickly to get something behind her, an action that if not done would have gotten me caught. I turned and took my hand away from my. I couldn’t help but notice that Jessica’s boobs were buoyant.I clamored out of the pool at one point and got a tray of liqueurs from just inside the living room and brought them out to a patio table. As the others got out I also had towels for them.I offered up liqueur to our guests. Kyle said he’d like a cognac, and I poured a small glass for him. Before I could hand it to him, Mindy took the glass from my hand. She said, “This has to be delivered in the right way.”Mindy took a sip of the.