The morning passed quickly as Heather helped Carol clean up the breakfast dishes. It was almost ten o'clock when Ron and Jennifer returned. Dave came ...alking through the woods from the golf course shortly afterwards and, before long, he and Jennifer left together for the pool. Carol, Heather, and Ron prepared some of that evening's salads and entrees.Carol thought how strange it was for Ron to be around all of the time instead of only weekends. She was pleased that he had recovered completely. In again, then out, slowly building speed, until he lifted himself up and used both hands to grab her hips. She was limp, like a rag doll being battered by each thrust. Again, I didn't know what to think or feel. It wasn't a real cock in my ass, but there was no question I was getting fucked. Plus, the sensations were so intense, this heady mixture of pleasure and pain in ways I'd never ever felt. I didn't want to feel good from getting my ass fucked, but I clearly didn't have a choice. It felt. “Where?” she asked.“Badly at the back!” I replied“Opps” she giggled grabbing for the slip through her dress and pulling it up a bit. It was still showing but this completed the signal set we had earlier agreed. She wanted me to fuck he!She walked towards me as the kettle was singing but not yet at the boil.I dropped by right hand down below the level of the bottom of the still showing slip and gently started to tickle her legs at the back and worked slowly up under the slip and dress. I paused. I was laying here naked, in a room full of people, exposed. I pictured them watching me as I made love to myself, wondering what I would do if Greg and his pink haired companion were to lay down with me, imagining their hands all over my body.I let out a moan, my back arching, desire spreading through me, my nipples so swollen they were painful. I wanted to cum, but something held me back, perhaps Ruby’s promise. In my thoughts, Greg and his girl friend suddenly became Brad and Ruby. I thought.