I waited for him to get used to the intrusion and began my decent into his bowels. Slowly I slide my shaft a little at a time and then my pubes made c...ntact with his ass cheeks. "How does Mark like it?" I queried. Then I humped him a little. "I love that fucking thing!" Mark yelled. "Man, fuck my shit hole, do it hard, fuck me!!!" I must have struck a nerve, never had I heard one get quite so excited about getting his asshole pumped with a dick. So I picked up the pace a little. I was in no. ." The first says, pointing out every comment with his fingers and now they are all smiling at me. I frown but smile and then notice that they are all just saying the truth. "You're not so innocent yourself. You've been staring at my tits, ass, body, eyes..." I say now pointing every one of my comments with my fingers and they're eyes go wide. I make sure I say this without being heard by anyone else because there are k**s and lifeguards around. I stand up and make sure that I give them a clear. Roslyn and I both decided to glam up and wear something sexy. It was a warm afternoon and night and no-one else would know us. John offered to drive the Mercedes.The bar was good and the band excellent: pulsating music with a real beat. I wore a white raw silk blouse and short red skirt, perfect for dancing and my favorite, sexy perfume. Roslyn wore a powder blue blouse with black skirt. Both of us had made effort to be glamorous with our makeup as well. Roslyn and I were a very striking. On the short walk, you register a faint noise in the back of your head—the vain attempts of your voice of reason to predominate the murky sounds blasting from the membranes. It's only when you step up the porch and slide the worn-out over-ear cushions—your sole substitute for the tender, solacing touch you've been deprived of—off your ears, one single, dying word pierces through the veil of your love-drunk high: "Don't—" before the door opens, her waiting behind it, arms crossed in a defensive.