Looking in the icebox I grab a bunch of beers, some ice and a bucket and head up to the main deck. When I get there I’m slightly disappointed to see...you back in your hot pink bikini but smile at the way the tiny bit of cloth adds to your sexuality as you absentmindedly slide your fingers over the edges of the thin material. I walk quietly towards you drinking my beer as your fingertips tease lightly over your hardening nipples through your bikini. I grin, “Want a hand?” Laughing you look up. Oh my god her boobs were soo good to play with. She started grinding her ass and started kissing me more wildly and all this time. I was happily kneading her boobs. We ran out of breath and broke our kiss. We started breathing heavily looking at each other’s face.Once I got my share of oxygen I again started kissing her cheek. I made my way to her earlobe while my hand started making its way towards her love hole. I slid my hands inside her pants and gave her pussy a small squeeze above her. Rick shoved his hard cock with no mercy between her open wet pussy lips. I moved to the closet and opened the door, finding the cuckold husband was filming everything and jerking his long cock in one hand. He smiled again to me and I closed the door, going back to my chair.Fatima was there, in her hands and knees, feeling Rick’s black dick in her pussy. Hands reached from behind to maul her breasts. Two fingers were pushed into her cunt and scooped some cum that had been left there. Then the. She paused. I had to admit she was making some amount of sense. I had pretty much thought the same thing. The men of the Beverly were known not to be choir boys.She continued, "Now this where I lost it. When I told him that without Sally's testimony there was no case against the men, he accused me of being worse than the men. I was outraged. He was belittling me for something that was his own fault, exactly as my father had done to my mother. I exploded at him. He had good reason to be upset.