His other hand crushed my breast, twisting my nipple til I moaned. Then his hand roamed over me and cupped my very wet pussy."Wet little bitch, aren't...we?" he asked as he shrugged out of his jeans. His cock was standing at attention, begging to be touched. I gripped it and slowly stroked him. His eyes closed and he moaned. I got on my knees and took it into my mouth. He was long and thick. Up and down, side to side, I went to town on his cock. Licking his head and pushing my tongue against his. He eased a finger inside her bikini and between the lips that had already puffed up. There was a slickness there much warmer than the surrounding water. She continued to thrust and twist her hips, causing his finger to press harder into her. Doug glanced around them and decided that no one seemed to looking and the water was not clear enough for their lower bodies to be seen. He withdrew his finger and freed his cock over the waistband of the tight swim trunks. Using the very stiffened member,. “Did she finally kill Barry?” I asked.“First of all nobody killed Barry,” John said.“Shit there goes any chance of a story with a happy ending,” I said. “So what did she do?”“She didn’t do anything. Barry claims she assaulted him Thanksgiving night,” John said. Then added, “she didn’t do it.”“Hell, she was just suspect one. I assure you I’m suspect two.” I informed him.“I thought that might give you a good reason to give me a hand,” John said.“How did you get conned into this?” I asked.“When. Darcy and I are sorority sisters. She goes to school full time while she holds down a part-time job to help pay expenses. We hang together when we find the time but because of our limited funds, we spend most of our time at my place or the small apartment she has above her parents' garage. Sometimes we watch TV or play video games, or on some nights like the one I'm about to describe to you, we just hang out.Darcy is far enough along in her pregnancy that she experiences discomfort at times..