Carla sat in another lounger, though she pulled it close enough that would could touch.Being the first pool party of the summer and, according to Carl..., because I was the only guy there to appreciate their charms, there seemed to be an almost endless parade of strutting, sashaying young women walking by. More than a few of them found it hard to hold to towels, combs and other small items, seeming to drop them near where I sat. Then they would bend over, slowly, to pick up their items, providing. ”“Yes, I would, because you are. But as long as you’ll forgive me calling you Wendy from time to time – it’s a habit that could be hard to break.”“And ... I hate to break the mood, but ... what I’d like to do would be a lot more enjoyable if we cleaned our teeth and, um, relieved ourselves first.”“Okay, but before we do...” my hand found her breast, cupped, fondled and squeezed it. “Yep! Every bit as perfect as I remembered.”She giggled, and pressed her hand over mine, then quickly rolled over,. “Yeah, sure. I want to fool around, but with men. You ... you want to fool around, but with men, too. So, I guess that we should both fool around with men, right? Maybe, just perhaps, the same men, starting with our new hero,” Randall suggested, albeit nervously.“Well, I do like cosplay, as noted. I have one condition, though. You must both bottom. Both of you. You’re to serve me, submit to me, surrender to me sexually during the act itself. Agree to a menage a trois on those terms?” I proposed. She reached down, pulled the top of the shortie gown over her head, and stood before me naked except for the flimsy, tiny panties, which, indeed, were very much like looking at her shaved pussy through a window.Margarita proudly pointed her naked breasts at me. "A little girl?" she asked. "Am I a little girl?"She didn't wait for an answer. She slipped off the scanty panty and stood before me, golden brown and as desirable as any naked woman, of whatever age, I had ever seen. "You must make love.