I won’t be a minute,” I answered as I took her empty glass and headed to the kitchen.I pulled the chilled bottle of white wine that was already op...n from the fridge and filled the glass before returning to the garden and to Aria, who had been joined by Laura, Stacey and Katie. They all seemed to be sizing me up and I looked over at Auntie Margaret. She noticed me and immediately got to her feet. She walked over to the seat where Melanie and I had been sitting and looked back at her. You managed to hook up with my mom, so you’re probably not a moron. Anyway… basically put, you’re my toy. Whatever I want from you, I get. If I want a foot rub, you give me one. If I want you to go down, you do it. You don’t question and you don’t get to say no. You also don’t ask. I get what I want. If you want to rub my feet – which, I know, you always do – tough. You don’t get to rub my feet unless I ask you to. And no fucking. It probably should go without saying, but there will. The water is almost up to our necks - I'm thinking this might work perfectly. I hand you a glass and you have a sip or two. I lean over close to you and give you a kiss. Your hand disappears underwater and is on my leg. You slide it up under my trunks and start rubbing my dick. It quickly hardens. My hand finds your breasts but your top is in the way. I reach behind you and unclasp it. I lift it so it is floating in the foam. I feel your perfect breasts. My finger finds your nipple and start. I picked it up and noticed an aromatic trail of slime running through its center. Maria continued to rub and finally spread her legs to give me a good look at her pussy. She didn't lie and was shaved bare all over, glimmering from wetness. Her tits hung down flaccid over her bra and she spread her labia with her fingertips. Her pussy looked much tighter and smaller than mine, which gave her an innocent, virgin look. She was rubbing her clit, in circles, up and down and side to side. Her other.