We’re sitting in the basement family room, drinking beer and wine. Without enough chairs for everyone to be seated, some people are sitting on the f...oor or wherever they are comfortable. One guy is sitting on the stairs and his wife is beside him on a bar stool. His name is Tom and I think he’s a really cute guy, about my age, clean shaven, wearing glasses and tan slacks with a NY Yankee t-shirt. His legs are spread but I cannot see his crotch from where I’m sitting. My wife and I are on one of. “What’s the problem, Hon?” Sam asked.“Darling, I’ve heard some jokes about Kelly’s first Purple Heart — about the nature of the wounds she suffered. Just look.”Sam looked at Kelly’s body as Cathy showed him the lines scoring her back, thighs, and hips. “Kelly, they tortured you constantly, didn’t they?”“They’re almost all gone,” she murmured sleepily. “They’re not as bad as some others, anyway.”Sam looked and could see dozens of faint marks crisscrossing the girl’s body. He just shook his head. I lusted after her all the time, and right now was no exception. As we waited for the bus I moved in close behind her, brushed her hair back away from her ear, and started to whisper things to her. She gasped as I told her that I was horny for her, and wanted to fuck her right now in the bus stop. I explained in great detail how I would push her against the wall and kiss her deeply whilst forcing my hands up her dress and into her damp panties. She kissed me on the cheek and ran off in the. Alex and I laughed hysterically.“That was amazing.”“I could have kept going honestly. I kind of wanted to.”“That’s hot.”I grabbed Alex’s ass and pulled her in closer to me.“Let’s go.”We practically ran back to the hotel. Walking up to the entrance, my arms were wrapped around Alex’s waist and I was nibbling on her neck. We were like two teenagers who just started having sex. Couldn’t keep our hands off each other.Alex turned around, put her hands on my chest, and pointed towards the beach.“You.