He spun me around, started at my shoulders, ran his fingers down my back, down my glutes, down to my ankles, then back up my calves, and back up to my...waist. I had a little bit of love handles around my waist, but I was fit and taut.He used his feet to spread my legs a little, and then reached his hand up between my legs, through the leg of my undies, feeling my nut-sack and the soft silky hair of my crotch. William reached up with his other hand and it probed beneath the fabric, searching for. I looked at Dave now, who was watching my hand on his cock and getting harder at the sight. Without letting go of his boner, I leaned over him and we kissed. Lips at first, then tongues, slowly increasing the pace and the depth of our tongue probing, together with our longing. We took some time to suck on each other’s tongue, before I got on my knees at his side and kissed his body down to the navel, where his erection was bobbing in time with his heartbeat. I could smell his precum, and it. “Mark, what the hell are you doing?” I yelled out and began to sit up as I used a pillow to cover my erect cock.“Ugh, Don’t call me that. Call me sissy or Amanda or something derogatory but not Mark.” She said as she walked up to the foot of my bed. As she walked up closer and I saw the little lingerie she was wearing my cock began to throb. “Mark, seriously. What the hell are you doing? Get out and go to your room.” I replied as I held blankets and a pillow over my hard cock.“I can help you. . It took a second for that to sink in, "Mike, where's Tiff?" She dropped her bags and headed straight for the beach." he said with a grin, "sneaky thing was wearing her bikini under her traveling clothes." His grin faded. I must have had a look on my face that he didn't like. It might have been related to the panic I felt as I remembered Tiffany's declaration that no sane rapist could resist her. "Why? What's wrong?" The place is crawling with mind fuckers! And, they're grabbing women for.