All Emma could do was moan. Her hands moved inside her bikini bottom as she enjoyed my touch. Since entering the changing booths, we kept our noise do...n. Our moans were soft and so was our talking. We could hear most of the other people were gone, since it was getting really quiet. “They are dry, I’m sure now,” I said just before my hands stopped caressing Emma’s tits and moved down slowly As my hands almost reached her bikini bottom, we heard another couple entering the changing booth next. She wouldn't have resisted one iota as he presented his manhood to her. She would have let him take her--and she would have taken him! She fluttered and burned and itched all through her loins. She needed it! She needed a man!"Phil!" she cried. She had heard many men say it, now she yelled it herself... "I need fuckin'!"She finished the pitcher of martinis and glanced fuzzily around the elaborate kitchen. The gin had hit her very hard, after a couple of hours of tennis with Connie Quentin and. Joe not to be left out started to caress Chrissy’s head and took Chrissy’s hand and placed it in his lap, where Chrissy felt Joe’s cock gaining length and rigidity under his touch without a thought Chrissy began to move his hand along its length. John pulled his hand away and said shall we get more comfortable as he pulled his shirt and dropped his shorts, revealing seven inches of thick hard cock. Joe joined revealing a shorter thicker member. Paul was the last to drop his shorts Chrissy. "She is something, isn't she?" Do you know her?" No, but I'd like to. The problem is that I'm not black." What's that supposed to mean?" I see her in here once or twice a month, always with a crowd of blacks, and when she leaves she always has five or six with her. The word is that she is a gangbang queen. They say she is married to some rich guy and fakes business trips to meet her lovers. How would you like being married to a slut like that?"How indeed I thought, how indeed.I had a lot to.