Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me - like my husband used to do before we got married - so I was happy and excited sliding into a Mercedes Be...z. I asked what he did for a living. He'd retired not too long ago from a publishing company he'd sold and was now consulting. He said that after his wife passed away he decided he wanted to enjoy life and be free from running a company. I pretended to understand, nodding my head, till he mentioned that I was very beautiful. I thanked him and he. Here are the clothes I promised you!" I thanked her and walked toward the bathroom to change. It was only then that I realized she had given me a pair of tiny booty shorts and tight tank top. I decided I'd rather wear that then my wet, sticky orange juice soaked clothing and changed. I came back to Whitney sipping on her drink already. I grabbed mine and sat down next to her. Over the next three hours, she and I talked about her relationship with her boyfriend and my relationship with her. Hardly leaves any time for me nowadays." "Sorry about that Sara. Good thing Michael doesn't workout," Kate joked.A little bit offended, I replied "I workout plenty, uh, you've just never seen me." The girls both burst out laughing at this. Blushing, I looked around for a distraction and noticed Dean had gotten out of the water and had walked over. He put his arm around Sara and whispered something in her ear, at which she giggled and whispered something back. She turned back to us. "Hate to. He quickly turned me onto my handsand knees and approached my ass with his cock.It was terrible! The embarrasment, the pain. I wanted to cry, but allI heard myself do was moan. I couldn't stop myself from grinding myhips against him, pushing his cock into me and me yelling for it fasterand harder each time. Those were my instructions - to act like Ienjoyed it. I hated it. I must have been bleeding, the pain wasterrible. But I kept begging for more, feeling him inside me and ridinghim.