Her hips and ass were not as slim as they once was but Roger normally complimented her on them. Tonight she was wearing a pair of bicycle type running...shorts, made of lycra. Over these she wore a long tee shirt that came down to the middle of her thighs.Roger took her apparel in and said to her, still in a caustic tone: “Why are you wearing that granny shirt? Are you trying to hide your fat ass?”She almost visibly winced at his words. She began: “I just thought as I dressed that...”“I said. Oh my god, I hadn’t expected that – he was a fast mover! Even from here, I could see her dark nipple standing up all stiff and aroused. He stroked the smooth curve of the bare breast, swirling his finger over the nipple. It crossed my mind that he knew just what to do to arouse a girl – where had he learnt that, I wonder? Not just off the internet, surely.Their mouths were still pressed together, kissing hard. Then Sally wriggled herself up, put her hands behind her and undid the tie on her. That created time without him as Diana and I had plotted. It was a great romp with them and we all laughed and drank wine. Diana and I shared a joint at one intermission and she kissed me a lot. I got the impression she liked me and, when the men couldn’t hear, she asked me to email her and expressed interest in visiting the US one day. None of us had pubic hair and we looked dark compared to their fair skin. I wasn't fond of the condoms he used — Diana told him to wear them — and for our last. ”“Have you done it before?”“I had a couple guys try it but they didn’t do it right. I wasn’t that enthusiastic about it. But I want to do it with you. I want to share everything with you.”“You talked me into it,” Jerry said. “I’m ready. You want to do it now?”“Don’t you think we should get some lube?”“I’m sure there’s something in the kitchen we can use. Some Wesson’s or some olive oil or something.”“But I don’t want to smell like a Greek Salad!” she exclaimed.“Why not,” he said. “I like Greek.