Debbie is nervous. Her hotel room is right there. "Robert knows I'm at the pool. What if he sees me. What if he sees a young man half my age rubbing m... with lotion. I can explain to him. There is nothing wrong with this. I mean I can't reach my back. Oh shut up already" She tells herself."Why don't you turn over Debbie. Pass me the lotion first." Paul asks.Paul is standing over Debbie. She can't help look at his bathing suit and wonder what his cock looks like. "I wonder if it's long. Or maybe. For the most part it was easy. Again just straight sex. Since he was alone then there would be no complication there. She did not let anyone go down on her either, especially if they had already got off. She claimed that was too creepy, and he had no problem because he wanted this to be something were he was not expected to perform spectacularly. He also could not pretend that she was a little girl or his daughter. If he had those thoughts she had said to keep them in his head. He didn't of. Still, I don’t think I’ll be invited to any of their late-night backyard bashes, the kind that result in multiple sleepovers into the next day because everybody was too drunk to drive home the night before.The guy’s name is Kevin and he’s a big ol’ strapping Texas boy, with short blonde hair atop a surprisingly feminine face. His features are delicate, if that’s a way to describe a narrow nose and wide, thin lips. You can see his cheekbones nicely. The rest of his body is pure football player –. He licked her lips and her teeth before passing his tongue between them. His hand under her was kneading her rump, and the other hand was between her and the sheet caressing everywhere else. She thrilled to these caresses, welcomed them, even gently returned them. She passed her hand up his iron-hard arm and felt his shoulder muscles flex as his hand explored her. Her tongue licked his and played tag with it.He swept the blankets aside, baring her to her waist. The cool air only partly.