'Damn! This guy is like an Adonis!'He got closer and closer to me; I could feel his breath in my mouth, slowly, while caressing my leg, until his lips...were skimming mine. He started kissing me, but I did not want him to stop; I was feeling extremely passionate, desired, and free. I kept kissing him, slowly and touching his chest through his open Hawaiian-style shirt, moving my hand over his chest to up and down, feeling his silky but manly skin at my fingerprints. 'God! I am horny!' I could. Her voice broke a she began to speak. I listened intently as she explained. She told me how she craved to be used, to be a slut. How she fantasized about being a whore. To be a play thing used for a man’s pleasure. How she felt she needed it. She went on to say she was only attracted to white men. How she dreamt of being used, fucked hard and deep by a white cock. She wanted him to call her his filthy little whore. I was speechless. My cock was throbbing against my leg. This was definitely not. " Or will know?" Diane, suddenly flooded with desire and affection, nestled her hand on his inner thigh."Or... will know."Diane began to stroke his thigh in light, caressing motions. A moan of pleasure escaped from deep within Roger's chest and he stared down at her polished fingernails and the path they traced on his trousers. Diane edged farther along his inner thigh, and he spread his legs slightly to allow her access to his crotch. She smiled, a sudden rush of prurient sensation rippling. The next day, after breakfast, we all put on swimwear and set up next to the private pool. We put sun cream on the bits we could reach, then helped our partners with the rest. Nothing much happened that day. Just rest, food and sunbathing.The next day started in much the same way. Except this time, I asked Yvonne if I could help with sun cream. Without hesitation, she said yes. So I set about creaming her back and legs, paying a lot of attention to her upper thighs. I hoped she might like this,.