You wear whatever you want."Jennifer led them out the back door to the stairs at the shallow end of the pool. The guys stripped off their t-shirts and...flip-flops before following her in. When they joined her, Jennifer was already sitting on the bottom in two feet of water, her chin barely above the surface.At first nobody had anything to say, certainly nothing of importance. The guys were sure that Jennifer's shirt would be almost transparent when wet but she hadn't stood up since they sat. Kind of like a cuck hold situation where she was completely out of control, but had full access to what was taking place. It started with just us using our fantasies as bedroom talk. It gave a way for both of us to get revved up and always made our orgasms so much stronger. About a year ago though, when I became a manager for my company, these new ideas started flowing easily. We started fantasizing about the mechanics that come in daily, who constantly flirted by the way, taking me behind the. I give him a sweet sexy smile that assured him he has nothing to be sorry for, them I sat down beside him and asked if there was anything I could do to lend a helping hand. He looked at me with those cold black eyes as he pushed me back onto the back seat of the number 26 southbound bus. Hiking up my skirt and pulling my panties to the side my bus driver started eating my pussy as is it were to be his last meal on earth. While I laid there having my pussy ravaged by a man whom I had never seen. Then my eyes started on the thighs. Disappointment was setting in and at that point I thought she was still wearing her bikini. Couple more inches further up I saw it! At that moment all disappointment was gone There it was! For my viewing pleasure. A perfectly groomed outcrop of pubic hair. My knees got weak, and as I went farther past the opening I could see her stomach, then her breasts came into view. They were just as I imagined them. Perky C cups popping up off her chest. Excitement was.