Until we met Don and Carol we had never had sex outside of our marriage. They were the same age as Jean and I, late twenties, and lived directly acros... the street from the first home we purchased. Jean and Carol went shopping together; Don and I helped each other with home projects etc. and during the course of the first year the four of us became close friends. They seemed an odd-matched couple at first, Don is about 5’ 6” while Carol is 5’ 11” and towers over him, especially when wearing. Her breathing increased and she could feel her hips thrusting forward, gently. ?Stop it...please... this isn?t right... please.? Heather was crying and moaning at the same time. The water was moving back and forth in the tub keeping rhythm with the gentle movement of her hips and Steve?s probing fingers. ?Please... pl...please...? Against her will, Heather felt herself approaching orgasm. She fought to control herself but, her body was betraying her. ?That?s it, you nasty little vixen. That?s. What a night! Is all I can really say? I have thought about her for such a long time and last night I acted on it. It started with a night out as most do. I hit the dance floor with a few friends and enjoyed what the night was becoming. Then I spotted her. She sat all alone in the corner, sipping on her drink. I walked away, “no not tonight” I said to myself. I turned and at that exact moment our eyes locked. She smiled and acknowledged me. My heart raced as I slowly moved across the crowded. It should be OK," observed Angelica."We'd have to take off our belts though. Will Auntie Beverly allowthat?" wondered Delilah."It can't do any harm. Not for a few hours in the pool. I'll ask hertonight at dinner," added Janice as we finally emerged from the woodsand picked our way across the pasture to the cottage.Around the table as we dined, Janice put the question to Auntie Bev whostudied us curiously."So why d'you want your belts off?" asked Auntie Bev."It's easier to swim if the water's a.