.foam hiding my boner but not her erect nipples...just what was the girl thinking or doing under the bubbles to get so aroused.“Oh don’t play coy�...� she said crooking her finger, “Get over here, next to me.”Her tongue was in my mouth. Her hand wrapped around my cock, heating it more than the spa’s warmth. One of my hands had a nice grope around her soft fulsome tits and hard nipples. The fingers of my other hand were submerged enjoying shaved slit perfection. Her internal warmth a notch up on the. Though his cock was my target, my eyes were first drawn to the hairless, bloated sack beneath. To say that it was the size of an orange would be an exaggeration but not by much. It was tight against his body and held the promise of loads that would probably put Shane's to shame. Moving my eyes away from it, I glanced up to the neatly trimmed bush and saw that Eric's cock was practically half the length of Shane's, topping out at about six inches. It was thicker than I expected but not to the. He remembered one girl in particular. She had always been so quiet and reserved until that night they had decided to go swimming after the party. She had shed her decorum with her clothes and turned out to be a wanton hussy. But for the next week, she had clung to him like a limpet. He finally had to hurt her feelings just to get her to give him a little breathing room. The final straw was the night she threw a crying fit because he was not paying attention to her while he was up on the. It was all she could hope for. As the minutes and conversation passed, Mr. Carrick mentioned that he had a few kids at home. With this, Layla assumed he was married and decided to back off. Layla wasn’t happy in her own marriage, but wouldn’t put anyone else’s marriage in jeopardy. When the party was winding down, Mr. Carrick asked Layla to help him wash some of the glasses in the break room. She quickly agreed. Any moment alone with him would add to her fantasies later on that night. As she.