I stood up, tugged my tiny skirt into place, and took a deep breath. I started my cat walk towards the group of black men.I was wearing the high-heele... pumps and tight skirt as I mentioned, and a tight cotton top with a scooped neck. About two inches of my belly was exposed between the bottom of my blouse and the waistband of my skirt. I wasn't wearing any stockings. My waxed legs were bare. My toes painted. I tried to remember my training, walking heel to toe, swaying my hips, letting my arms. JS was very polite and said how nice a husband I was to do it anyway – but all the time I was really thinking.. I wish JS would dress-up sexy for me. My mind was in full blown horny mode now, and my manhood was dripping with excitement.A few emails later and I was "overloaded" with lust, and I said something about her big boobs – knowing full well she loved to go braless. I explained how I ask Suz to go braless, but she never would. Again, JS was polite and not too suggestive in her reply –. She pushed her chest towards the beach towel, but not before I caught a glimpse of her dark pink nipples.Megan: Don't be a prude. Some of the girls here are suntanning topless with their breasts exposed to the world.She was right, I did noticed some topless girls lying on their backs. But the show right beside me is a lot more captivating.Megan pull Lexa's bra from under her and toss it to me. I caught it instinctively and immediately felt like a pervert holding my girlfriends' sister's bra. I. ." "Oh, be quiet. This is fun! We're sharing!" His friends' egg him on and he makes exaggerated 'Mmmm, mmmm' sounds and starts dry humping me, bouncing me on his thigh. My pussy froths and my clit pulses. He makes faces at his friends and I hear one girl call me a slut in a loud voice. Others join in and suddenly I'm being called a whore and a fucktoy and the big guy hoists my mini up around my waist. He carries me around and uses his fingers to work my wet thong over and over my crackling.