The room smells of sex, and sweat but it is not a bad smell. The man fucking the blonde is sweating, dripping off him. He lets out a loud moan and twi...ches a bit. He must be cumming. The man stays inside the blonde a moment longer and looks over at me. When he pulls out of her he smiles at me. A condom hangs off his cock and looks quite full. As he is pulling up his pants to walk to the bathroom he wishes me luck.I didn't really think this thorough, or what I was getting into. At the time it. I sat there and fought the idea of going to look but gave in and went to the window. I saw both girls getting in the water, their nipples hard and showing through their thin tops, laughing and giggling; my hand went immediately to my shorts. The girls splashed and played for a minute and then got out and laid on the lounge chairs on the deck next to the pool....I tried to not stare, and especially not get caught....I saw Jess immediately look at the window....She saw me and locked eyes with. He was everywhere, jumping here, somersaulting there. Shit, I thought for sure the Marines would make taking him a priority. Instead, he ends up a Navy puke.”“He is supposed to have a marked intelligence,” the man offered. Marlowe was young and easily excitable. A Marine since just after he turned fourteen, he was now closing in on seventeen. He’d not seen combat, however. Combat tended to drain the excitability – leaving the person more stoic or dead. “There are some interesting bits of. Did you write it yourself?” “Yes, but when I recorded it local radio won,t play it as they say it,s too steamy and they,ll get censored”! she sighed. “I,ll bet someone like Dolly Parton would record it?” I argued. “Maybe I,ll send a tape to her.”she sniffed. “When I sing that song it makes me feel really horny.” she took my right hand and pressed it against her bra encased left tit so I could feel how stiff her nipple had become. In turn I guided her hand to my crotch so she could feel how.