”“Do you feel like Dancer really draws you in? I mean,like when she describes how she fucks these guys, do youfeel like you’re the g...y?”He thought and said, “Yeah. Even if the story’s thirdperson, I can put myself there watching the sex.”“I know what you mean. I just finished ‘Don’t Tell MyHusband’. The beginning was kinda scary but the endingreally got me hot and bothered.” His cock startedgetting hard again. He’d. She licked her lips before realizing what she was doing and pushing the lustful thoughts from her head. She returned to her book as Jimmy put on his sunglasses and leaned back on his hands, soaking up the scenery, which was filled with nubile, young girls nearly half Susan's age.After soaking in the sun for about thirty minutes, Jim decided to cool off. "Well, I'm going in," he said, glancing briefly at his sister as he made his way toward the clear, blue water."Okay," Susan replied, gazing at. My husband knew I always wanted to go to one of them posh spas where they pamper you and he kindly booked it for me and made all the arrangements train, taxi etc it was further then I thought " maybe he wanted me far away lol" he actually said he picked the best one he could find. A week of pampering I couldnt wait I packed my suitcase the day before, I wasn't sure what to pack really but packed the usual stuff but made sure I had my bikini as I would be in the pool mist the time I love. It's not for everyone," she added when she saw my face. "You might want to try it sometime, but not this weekend. And you definitely don't want to try the discipline."I'd read that in a magazine. Whips. Ugh. Still, some people liked it. I wasn't going to judge them. Instead I followed Mary back upstairs. People were standing around, talking, and they all still had their clothes on."There are some friends here from where our hosts work," Mary told me quietly. She handed me a cup of chilled.