“Do you have any plans for dinner?” I asked Julie. “No. Did you have something in mind?” she asked, which surely made it easy for me to ask he... out. “I know a good restaurant downtown, if you’d like to join me,” I suggested. She was all for it, so we left the pool and went to our perspective rooms, to shower and dress. I dressed casual in a pair of jeans, a light shirt and a pair of leather sandals. She was knock-dead-gorgeous, wearing a yellow cotton sundress and matching heels. She had her. "Of course," he said."I'm going to go change," Bailey said as she slipped out of his arms. "I'll be right back."She bounded up the steps and went to her room. Sifting through the dresser, she put on a pair of short silk pajama bottoms and threw on a matching button-down top. She left her bra and panties on and pulled her hair back into a pony tail. She brushed her teeth then went back downstairs.Gabe had also changed. He was wearing an old t-shirt and his familiar pair of workout shorts. Bailey. She was so pretty. She had shoulder length brown hair that framed her beautiful round face perfectly. Her eyes were brown too. It would not surprise to find out that she was the girl Van Morison sang about. Her lips were as red as cherries and I could see her teeth as white as pearls. Her skin looked so smooth and flawless. As I continued watching, I saw her breasts rising up and down with her every breath. Looking back they were a C cup, but at the time, they seemed huge. Bigger than. "Tell Darren to fuck you," I said. "It's okay." Fuck me," she said."Who should fuck you?" Darren!" she screamed. "Fuck me, Darren, fuck my little cunt!"It didn't take me long to cum with her screaming out his name, fantasizing that she was getting taken from behind by a guy I know she longed to screw. I still didn't know how much was talk and how much she really wanted it. During foreplay and sex, she was into it, but any other time, when I said I could find us another guy, she demurred. It.