I opened it up and found my dried, folded swimsuit. I had left it in the little dryer in the dressing room of the pool house.I laughed. "I guess someo...e knew I'd be in your room at some point." I told them to bring it in here, in case we wanted to get back in the pool," CJ said, quietly, placing his hands at my waist. I looked up at him, accepting his kiss, and his hands on my body. Our passionate kissing intensified. I dropped the little bag on the floor and pulled CJ close, stepping back. The two of them enjoyed some moments of mutual stimulation, kissing and sucking each other’s nipples at the same time, then kissing each other on the lips. It was common for girls to introduce themselves in this manner. Sort of how the French greet one another.“Can I at least do Kibooties?” asked C’lalitha, finger still on Mbwati’s clitoris, as the other’s was still on hers. As I later found, ‘kibootie’ is the Sinuoasan word for tagging along behind with a double dildo while the party in. He asked me if I was okay and I took his hand and said yes. I told him that I was just nervous and told him he was only the third man I've been sexual with but have only been fucked by one and quickly told him about Vern and his grandson. I could tell it turned him on that I had sex with a 70 year old man before but he pulled me closer and told me that we don't have to do anything that makes me uncomfortable. I told him my concern about diseases but he assured me not to worry because he gets. All the time he did this he was whispering obscene things to me and calling me out for the fuckdoll that I am. With his free hand he slapped my pantied clitcock - which made it tent out almost like a real male.A noise behind me made me turn only to be greeted by the grandpa from last week - straight away he extracted my clit and started kissing it - saying how he had actually dreamt about it after we played last week.The old man was m*****ing me so deliciously whilst the initial guy was still.