”“Mm. You hard to forget, girl,” he said, leering at her huge tits.Brandee giggled and continued to fondle his cock. “Yeah, now I remember. We...had some fun, didn’t we?”“You miss my big dick, baby?”“You know it,” she said, ogling his prick and licking her lips.Brandee got up to leave. Karen panicked. “Wait! Where are you going?”“It’s okay. I’ll just be over there getting a couch dance.” She pointed to a row of curtained cubicles at the far end of the room.“Maybe wifey wants to join us,”. This was a larger vision, and we were starting to wake up to it.This was an epiphany of sorts for all of us. I didn’t want any more men and women to grow up as my parents and I did ... and my sisters did, afraid to be themselves, living in constant terror of a mythical celestial sadist and his narcissism and preference for violence over sensuality (if he existed, which was highly unlikely). That exposing youth to violence was condoned and celebrated, while society felt the need to shelter them. I went back to the house to get me a glass of tea then came back out and sat under one of the umbrella tables . The boys had jumped back in the pool and Danny yelled out to me to get in. I told him maybe in a little bit because I don't have a suit on. They went back to playing and then I remembered my husband cut the lining out of several of my bikini's because he is a perv lol. The ones with prints didn't show much but when they got wet they looked like they were painted on the way they stick. Her nipple was already hard from stimulation and he could literally taste the blood rushing to it as his tongue circled over it, flicking it slightly with its tip. As he flicked her hard nipple with what was inside his mouth that covered the center of her small firm mound, he could feel the counterpart between her legs come out of hiding as his body connected to hers. The hard pink nub poked him slightly on his abdomen’s skin as their bodies slapped together. He could feel the erectness of it.