She felt the warmth of Mike’s hands, as they moved over her clothed body. Her body yearned for his hands to cover her with that warmth. He reached d...wn, grabbed her shirt where it tucked into her jeans and pulled it out of them. He moved to the top of the shirt, just below her neck and unbuttoned the first button. Her breath caught in a gasp, as she felt his hand in her cleavage. The tingle in her womanhood turned into a spark, igniting the small fire of desire there. His hands moved slowly. She had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows and wore a short, black skirt that flared out at her hips. Seamus's eyes trailed down her body to notice the thigh high black stockings that stretched over her long legs and the black ankle boots on her feet. She had tattoos covering both arms and a large tattoo on her left thigh. Seamus thought of how he would love to trace along the outline before delving in between her legs. "What are you doing here then?" The man yelled. "I just finished school. So she got on top of me with her ass toward me. I shoved one finger in, then worked another. Before long, I was curious about the ass again, we had played around the last time, but never really discussed it. I started to tease, she mumbled something, I asked if she wanted me to stop, she said no, just be easy. That's all it took, I lubed her hole up with some spit and soon I had my finger deep in her ass, while the other two hurriedly fucked her dripping wet pussy. It was here I witnessed her. As I’ve said, he’s quite a voyeur. Likewise, with me being exhibitionistic, Robert learned that public displays of affection (with some discretion) were fine and in a funny moment or two, I didn’t mind flashing him, his friends or strangers. So there we were, almost five months into our relationship. It was late summer 2010 and as usual in the “sultry” south, it was “hot as 40 Hells,” as we like to say down here. The pool party had happened spontaneously at Robert’s best friends house. His.