With that gorgeous sexy wife of yours, why would you want to fuck me?” I asked.“Baby, you are one hot piece of ass and I’m not the only one want...ng you,” he responded.“Do tell,” I said.“This might just surprise you, but Marge wants you too.”“You are putting me on, right?” I said.I was not aware that Marge was into women. I had some experience with girlfriends during sleepovers in high school, but none since.The thought of Marge wanting me was having an effect on me and I went down on Johnny’s. Kirsten was happy!During breakfast she gave me a sly smile. Her foot touched mine as her lips curled in a mischievous smile."Toast" she asked and when she passed it her finger tips touched mine, paused with our finger's touching, her eyes on mine. It was mystical, the mere touch of her finger, she touched me then that killer smile.As I ate, I looked at her in her tennis dress. The way the material molded to her breasts, she had the collar open and unbuttoned to reveal the mounds of her bosom,. ” I assured him that I’d make sure that didn’t happen.We were on the way to Virgin Gorda, up island, for a few days. The winds were fairly light so it would take the entire day [along with a few hours after dinner] to make the trip. I busied myself keeping the guys happy with snacks and drinks; lounged around a lot, took some sun but, mostly kept myself available to our guests. No one was interested in an organized lunch so…I made more snacks to keep them happy. That allowed the cook to take it. “You can kiss once you say it in Spanish.” Lauren repeated the word and kissed her. Tara pulled the back of her head closer and kissed her deep. She pulled back and pointed to her neck. The pointing and kissing made its way in her trail down Tara’s stomach. Then Tara reached up and pulled Lauren’s shirt over her head. She smiled at the sight of Lauren’s black lace bra that you could see her round tits through. However, the bra didn’t stay on long. Tara undid the clasp and took Lauren’s tits in.