I'm expecting him to hit on Jamie because she's lookingpretty adorable in her wrap dress and heeled sandals. I'm starring downat my rather nondescript...ballet flats trying to avoid looking at him."Samantha, meet Ben, an old school friend of mine," Jamie said as shepoked me with her elbow.I tried to say 'hi', but I was too terrified. Ben was now sitting rightacross the table from me, smiling (or is that a knowing smirk). Iglance over at Jamie and she looks perfectly calm. So, perhaps this guyis. . rev... what are you...” “I told her she could watch us fuck silly.” I’m completely dumbfounded. “I’m...” I shook my head, “I’m so confused.” “Well,” she started as she scooted herself up from underneath me and sat up in front of me. Her soft, natural, B-cups glistening with lake water, sweat and tiny drops of cum. “I was on my way to the girls' bathhouse last night when I saw someone run from the boys' bathhouse completely naked over to the girls' side.” “Oh my god…” I said, with my head. I had them delivered to my car wash on Saturday afternoon. I dressed in an extra layer of warm clothing and rode the scooter to meet the truck. I drank coffee from my thermos while I waited. By the end of day or Saturday everything was on site for work to begin on Monday. I had it stored in one of the interior bays and covered with plastic sheeting material. The day was pretty much shot, so it was a good thing that Monday was the planned start of work.First thing Sunday morning Alison and I. She’d cum twice during that first session, telling him how hot it was to see him do that only for her. He’d given in once or twice and performed for her after that, and once she had walked in on him while he lay on the bed stroking himself, but it had been a long time ago. Thinking of it now caused his dick to grow even harder. He decided to pretend she was watching him slowly stroke his dick right there. Unconsciously, he’d been stroking his shaft during his trip down memory lane, but as his.