Yes, good day for a swim up here" I manage to get out, trying hard to sound suave.We chat for a while and I sense you are a little nervous too, but af...er chatting about lives and travelling, we both relax. Finally you need to go but before you do I decide to take a chance and ask you if you have dinner plans...You answer "Sorry, I'm having dinner with my colleagues". "Oh, OK I reply", thinking that is that, this girl just wanted a chat."But maybe later, how about we have a drink?" you ask me,. Just get things taken down and then come back and join me.”Hearing Emma say she thought about being with Connie again totally shakes Donald. Just the thought of Connie manipulating Emma again is offensive to him. But the shaking of his body at such a thought calms upon realizing Emma’s decision not to go there, and he feels better. Though he wonders why Emma would even consider such a thing.For the next several hours, Donald does as Emma directed him. All of the secret cameras are taken. By the time he’d stopped playing with her body, Meg was shaking with unsuppressed longing and Jack had grown rock hard once more.‘I’ve no idea of the time,’ murmured Jack, ‘but I need to be gone before it gets light. I reckon we’ve got less than two hours, during which time I’d like a guided tour of your house please.’‘But you won’t be able to see anything,’ replied a confused Meg.‘I don’t need to see,’ Jack replied mysteriously. ‘I’m going to feel my way around.’ As if to prove his point, Meg. She climbed back onto the table between my legs. She had a gorgeous figure. So soft and feminine and yet trim and athletic at the same time. Her belly was lovely and round, but toned. Her pussy was shaved and tucked invisibly between those gorgeous thighs. Only when she moved did I get a fleeting glimpse of neat lips hanging down from between her legs. She sat astride my leg and pressed her pussy into my thigh. She was pumping a foaming cream out of a bottle and smearing it on my chest. .