I was still hard, still in JR's pussy. The alarm wasn't going off, so I knew it wasn't five thirty yet; I considered starting to do JR again, decided ...ot to. I wanted to save myself for later, because I wanted to do JR right, after school when I could spend some time at it. And doing it with JR with Jenny in bed with us was okay, but I was uncomfortable with it.I contented myself with running my hand over JR's side, stroking her velvet smooth skin. JR murmured something I couldn't make out,. I must have stiffened because she asked me what was wrong. "Nothing. Why?" "Well, you tensed right up. Is he not nice?" "No" "Ugly?" "Pretty?" I must have involuntarily stiffened again because Wendt immediately focused on Jody. "Is he terribly handsome?" she asked. "No, he looks like a little boy," I moaned as Wendy strted to massage my buttocks. "Then what is it? Something happened. You're dripping." With that she slipped her finger inside my dripping cunt and began fingering. He had not encountered any woman whose erotic appeal screamed at his psyche and tugged at his groin the way this one did. He struggled to retain outward control, carefully looking away lest his overwhelming interest become too readily apparent to the woman, or to others.She was scarcely twenty feet away. Walking slowly, Phelps forced himself to continue down the sidewalk leading to the hotel marina. The paved walkway took him very near to where the woman, her upper body stretched out in the. "All ready for our walk, Mrs. Welsch?" I asked, smiling at her new and improved last name. "Why, yes, Mr. Welsch. I am." Abby returned with a smile of her own as she glided out the hotel door in front of me. After a long stroll up and down the beach, we set a blanket down near the water, preparing for the sun to set. I sat down, and Abby followed, sitting between my legs and leaning back into my chest. The moment was perfect. We talked casually about the wedding and our drunken friends which.