Cindy was so pretty it made him ache. She was a little taller than average and had shoulder length blonde hair. Her face was beautiful but warm, a gir... next-door type, kind of like Cheryl Tiegs. She tended to wear clothes that showed her athletic body. His favorite was her tennis outfit, a really short skirt that displayed her long pale legs and a tank top that made her look sleek and smooth as a fish, but couldn't hide her perfect breasts.Jim could see that Cindy had that look. Certain women. ”I sat and stared at John in disbelief for a minute. “Ok, fine, you bring a bunch of coastal crazies up here. Then run them ragged through the hills. Get a big payday, clean clothes, a happy wife, and Monday night football. But why me? Where do I fit into this? What do I get out of this deal?”“Well, I was hoping that you could help me out by providing a little atmosphere to the trip.”“Whoa, hold up John, I can tell you right now, I’m not getting dressed up in some monkey suit and start running. She began breathing heavily and dug her fingernails into his ass. She moaned louder and louder, and the nails dug deeper and deeper as her vagina began contracting. Guy could see that the string was now completed covered in red and rhythmically moving with her contractions. She was getting ready to blow.Guy added more pressure to her clit and tongued it faster while grabbing both her thighs tightly and squeezed them hard. Patty felt the beginning of her orgasm from deep within her and bucked. Even though I woke early on Thursday, I didn't venture out of my room. To me, there was no way Dave had not realised Claire had left their room after they fucked. But why would he go downstairs to use the toilet when they had an en-suite?I tried to make out the noises and movements but there were no clues, so I waited until two front door closures before I ventured out. It did feel odd to be in the villa of two of my oldest friends, who I was probably about to fall out with big time. I thought.