She loved how he was now reaching around to her breasts, pushing up her bikini top, cupping her, squeezing her nipples gently as he lifted her breasts...above the water. Maggie arched her back towards him. My God, the feel of his hard cock straining through his swimming shorts was extremely promising.Maggie moved her hips back, pushing against him. She reached around to feel him, to free him. He had already slid his shorts down his thighs and Maggie could feel the weight of his cock against her. The guys thought that was a great idea and saved me from going out, fortunately we had some whiskey in the house. Later that night after four or five shots my husband got a little more insensitive with his talk about me. He was saying things like, I had a nice tight pussy, and enjoyed giving head. I was happy the whiskey had one more effect on him, he passed out. The game want on without him, but now the guys made a point of feeling me up when I got close to the table. When I bent over to put a. His hand reached up to grasp the other one and make it feel good. “Mmmmm! They like that,” she murmured.Her hand reached down and found a swelling in his pants, a very good sign. Pulling her breasts away from him she knelt down and unzipped his trousers, working a growing pecker through his tighty-whitey’s. It wasn’t circumcised, something she’d had only a little experience with. Peeling the foreskin back was fascinating and she moved it back and forth a few times before bending over to taste. “Hmm, did he carry the key or did he stash a key here in the room,” she wondered. She knew he always dropped his keys in a big bowl down by the back door whenever he came and went. They made a distinctive clank every time he walked in the door. So it would make more sense that he would have a key stashed so he could get into it easily. She started looking around. She went back to the bedside table and went through the drawers again. Finding nothing, she searched the bathroom. And then the.