“Something with a nice strong rhythm ... The Lazys?”Next thing she’d grabbed Paul’s arms and was making him dance, to heavy rock! Looking wild...again, and pulling Mo into dancing as well. “Drink!” she grinned, “if you want my skirt.”Mo, lost to the moment, and alcohol, passed her a can; then Paul. He opened his own second ever can of beer. He glugged, finding he was dancing, and grinning too.“Half, this time,” Mia told them, swaying her pelvis erotically, “then it’s skirt and trousers, and when. Then Thomas pulled away from her tit and said, “Come on baby. Your hands are only inches from my big cock. Let’s finish the massage with you jacking my fuck meat. Ed will never know and it’s not like you’re fucking me. Go ahead and fulfill some of your fantasies by stroking me baby.” Kelsey had a look of pure lust on her face as she reached over and took his cock into her hands. She could barely fit her hands around his cock as she began stroking him, and his thick foreskin was sliding back and. He saw damp, discarded towels on the floor and condensation on the glass door of the shower but no sign of Mattie. As he stood and took a piss, annoyed that he had to lean close to the bowl because his semi erect penis had no wish to cooperate with his need to urinate, he also noticed that there were toothpaste smears in the sink. “Where the fuck is she?” He went back into the bedroom of the suite, “Mattie?” he called out more loudly, noticing the lipstick-stained coffee mug. There was nowhere. Kirby eagerly accepted, and after a nice dinner inside, the three of us headed out to the spa in the back yard. Terry and I had our bathing suits under our clothes, so we stripped down to our suits and slipped into the spa. Kirby looked a bit sheepish, and said he hadn’t worn a bathing suit. All he had on under his clothes were boxer shorts. Terry glanced at me, then back at Kirby and said, “No problem, your boxers will be fine.” To make him feel a little less conspicuous, I went ahead and.