”“Wow, you are good.”“I try.” I stood there as more lines were drawn on my chest and back.“I’m assuming that you only want small triangl...s on your breasts Georgia. Is that right?”“Yes, I like having a bit sticking out at the sides and bottom, although I haven’t worn a bra or a bikini top since I left school.”“The tan tells me that you haven’t worn one since you got here. English summers don’t give a tan like that.”“Ain’t that the truth?” I replied.Henry finished the outline of my new bikini top. Will moved down and kissed her gently, first on her pussy, then on her lips. After that, he excused himself to use the shower.I sat motionless on the corner of our California King sized bed, all the visuals of what I just witnessed streaming through my mind. I looked at my wife, splayed out on the bed. Her face and chest were flushed and her nipples swollen. Sweat and oil covered every inch of her, and her engorged pussy was leaking a steady stream of Will’s cum and her juices.Her brown eyes. We were half way there.“Sure!” Jacob exclaimed as he finished his signature and handed the clipboard back to me. His eyes never left Tasha and she played along.“That is so nice of you, Jake! Can I call you, Jake?” Tasha said with a little bounce that inched her top down a bit. Jacob, who I knew hated to be called Jake, noticed the new cleavage and said, a bit mesmerized.“Yeah, call me Jake.”Jacob shook his head to clear it, and then got a metal ID tag from a drawer and handed it to me. I knew. Her cock began shaking like a jackhammer. Summer's loins quivered and thrust, and both Vantha and Rayleena fought to keep their metal hold on her cock. "Holy shit, I've never felt anything like this before," cried Vantha. "I can barely keep her prick under control," panted Rayleena. Summer tried to rise up from the bed, but Vantha and Rayleena kept their arms wrapped around Summer's waist, holding her in place. "Come on, baby, come on!" pleaded Rayleena frantically. "Oh, shoot it.