.. " It was a man's voice.He felt her hand on his red bottom, and could see it on the monitor. Heheard the man say something like "Sweet."Looking on ...he monitor, he could see her hand on the plug valve and feltit deflating... then, she eased it out. He couldn't hear was she wassaying, but then she clicked to his side of the curtain... rolled a stoolnear his head, sat down... and slowly caressed it..."Now my little poopy-doo.... this is another gift.... for my princess toreally be my special. My chest felt cold while the thumping of my heart reverberated through my body.When I had stabilized myself sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled my sweatpants and boxers off with one swift pull revealing my aching cock pointed straight in the air. She took hold of my cock with her left hand and began ever gently giving me a handjob. Steady and fully in control while I was still shell shocked. It felt surreal seeing Michelle, this trophy wife, sitting upright on the carpeted floor right in. As evening approached I suggested a swim pointing out that we seldom wore bathers, as he had seen from the bushes, but if he wanted he could nip back home to pick his up. Ken of course was happy to skinny dip and beat me removing his clothes, Anne was quicker than both of us her dress a puddle round her ankles as she stepped away from them and jumped into the pool.We played around in the pool for about twenty minutes, Ken frolicking like a teenager round Anne his cock thickening at occasional. “Here, come closer and take a better look” she says quietly, almost to herself.When you get close to the wardrobe she kneels down behind you, smelling your hair and slowly rubbing her hands up and down your back, the smell of vanilla all over you as her hands move over your hips and onto your tummy and higher, purposely cupping your lil tiddies while an audile gasp and her breathing quick and shallow. “This is the only time we’ll be alone while you’re still pure” she mutters to herself, one.