But not telling him was not the same as telling a lie. She could keep it from him, and she would not be doing anything wrong.Her pussy still strained ...ith the need to confess. If answering his questions truthfully felt good, volunteering a truth would be ecstasy."You have something else to tell me, Gina?" Victor asked.Gina opened her mouth. Her pussy rose as if in anticipation."You can tell me."No. She couldn't tell him, and she had no idea why. She shook her head."You are quite the interesting. My cock went from interested to hard when her sultry voice said, “Hi, Michael.”Her nipples were hard little points, and the curves of her breasts peeked outside the material begging for my hand. The shadow at her crotch told me she didn’t remove all of her pubic hair. I could even detect the flattened curls hidden under the thin damp material.I was bloody glad I’d put my dick-togs on and then the baggy shorts over the top as they barely kept me contained. I’d planned on going for a quick swim,. We might have stood there forever – not knowing what to say except that George suddenly went tense and said. “Look at that fucking cat.” George rarely swore and we all turned to where he was looking to see our cat ploughing his way through our breakfasts.“You freeloading, opportunistic arsehole!” I shouted, and the cat shot through the open doors.We all laughed and the day was off to a beautiful start.George cooked some more toast and I refilled everybody’s OJs as the girls cleared away the cat. She said he tasted a lot like mine and lapped it all up. She was just swallowing the last mouthful when he grabbed her and flipped her onto her back and climbed on top of her. Before she had a chance to even register what was happening, he slammed his still hard dick inside of her and began to fuck her with such intensity that she was sliding across the grass. His dick never went soft after the blowjob and apparently it energized him. She said that he fucked her just about as hard as she had.