Georgia grinned and laughed. “We’re sort of friends with benefits. We’re neighbors and raving nymphomaniacs.”“We prefer guys,” said Barbar....“But we like girls, too. You?” asked Georgia invitingly.Betty smiled but shook her head. “Sorry. Nothing against it, but it doesn’t do anything for me. I do like the guys here, though.”The three women talked and sipped at mimosas the rest of the afternoon. Barbara took the opportunity to look around the grounds and the pool at their fellow guests and staff.. Anne shivered with pleasure then, leaning forward again, unbuttoned the fly of his corduroy trousers and deftly extracted his thick cock. Closing her fingers round the shaft, she gripped it tightly and moved her hand up and down it. It stiffened, and his hands closed round her sensitive tits, gripping her swollen nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Dropping her head, Anne closed her lips round the bulbous swollen end of the driver’s cock and, slowly, began to masturbate him. His prick. I sighed inwardly and muttered grace to myself - 'for what I'm about to receive...' etc. etc. - as I put the oil on the burner to warm up. I changed into a pair of shorts and a light top - it was not a cold day and this activity usually makes me more than a little warm. While I was waiting I put the sheet my wife had so thoughtfully provided over the top of the normal covers. Jeez! She even thought of that - Hell! She 'knows' where this is going.While I was still thinking about that fact Sam. ?Put it with your clothes,? he ordered, and she turned, crouching down to tuck the necklace inside her dress. He admired the long curve of her back, knowing that in under two hours the creamy smoothness would be ravaged. She picked up her clothes and lay them on the bed, then turned back, a glint of defiance in her eyes, as though the mundanity of the act had broken through her shame. ?Hands behind your head while the doctor examines you,? he said, a mocking cheeriness in his voice. It.