Samantha started to move her hips with the motion of my fingers and I tapped on her thigh. She knew what I meant and lifted her lower body, so I could...remove her totally drenched panties. I glimpsed at her amazing, glinting pussy. I moved her lips apart and slowly rubbed her clit. Moving up and down, left to right, and in circles, fast or slow. She began to have shaky breath and I knew she was about to cum. I took the opportunity and slowly stuck my index finger into her hole. She sighed and. ’ And then, after a moment or two, she added: ‘Or at least I assume it is.’I took a more careful look. ‘Are you sure that it’s not signed on top of the print?’Mrs Hattersley frowned. ‘Is it?’‘I think it might be. Do you have a glass?’‘A magnifying glass? I have one at home. But, no, not here.’For the best part of a minute, both Mrs Hattersley and I peered at the lower right hand corner of the print. It was hard to be. He was sweaty. His graying hair was wet and matted down. He was shirtless and in a speedo, or maybe it was briefs. He was tanned, and there were running shorts crumbled on the floor and Nike running shoes over there. "Hi," he said. "Just got back from a run, too hot to go too far." After some pleasantries about the weather and the grass, he said I looked nice. He eyed me up and down. He started at my hair, my blue eyes, my t-shirt and my bulging cock. I swear he spent an extra second staring. He had explained what was going on and I was happy in the knowledge that you were having fun and that you would fill me in on all the juicy details later.We had a few more drinks by the pool enjoying the goings on around the pool and meeting some of Steve and Sarah’s friends from previous visits and finding out a lot more about what goes on around the Villa and being invited to a few late night drinks from a few of the guests after Dinner but we especially liked the sound Dinner time which we.