I waited.2 or 3 minutes ticked past, what was happening? They’d been quiet for a while, I dared to poke my head through the door, they were now dryi...g my car before applying wax – hence no water, both boys were bending down facing away from me as they worked. I half stepped out of the door, my legs felt like jelly, I looked down, and half my body length ways was now on view, a whole breast if either looked up. Seconds past, I counted out – how long would I dare to stay like that, 10, 15, 20. Will you be upset if I take it at my own pace?' Easy to tell she didn't know much about guys. I wanted to pull her across the table and drill her good, but that wasn't a real option. Some girls woulda liked it, but not her.'All the time you want, Candice, and then a bit more.' Click. 'Maybe you oughta talk to Ellen some, think it through. You got upset, wanted to leave the house, I'd feel kinda bad about that, and she had problems, we'd both be sorry.' Her shoulders relaxed some.'You're serious. She blushed, again, and asked if I'd like to have a look round the rest of the complex, seeing as how we were finished early and I agreed ... mainly because I was enjoying her company. That said, though, I was reluctantly impressed with the place – there was a decent sized indoor swimming pool, a sauna, some squash courts – all of which we were free to use, apparently – and, basically, rather more, and better, facilities than I would have imagined friend Andy capable of. I said something of the. “Oh, my.”Then eighteen-year-old Natasha Meyers squeaked before the panties were shoved in her face. Minako pulled them away, leaving two glass-eyed women. Wendy was a bottle blonde and busty trophy wife two decades younger than her husband. Her curvy body still looked gorgeous, her supermodel looks sustaining her into her early forties.The girl beside her, while slender and nubile, was clearly Wendy's daughter. Natasha had chestnut-brown hair that fell in a glossy wave down to the Sunday.