Of course, I told Priscilla I was merely investigating her death, but I had to admit Claire was a far better lay.The North Shore Country Club was an e...egant and romantic spot.I looked down at Claire Poindexter seated at the table and the view from above allowed me to gaze past her swelling bosom right down to her flat silky belly showing the same nicely shaded tan."Please, sit down, David, that is, if you can tear your eyes away from Teresa's pretty ass."It was true I was still distracted by. I was ok with this 100%. She then placed a ribbon around my ball sack then around the base of my penis. I started to get hard and ribbon started to turn my balls and hardon blue. She then told me to get dressed and be patient.She came back to me and explained sometimes a friend needs to give and share with other friends in need. I had no idea what she was talking about as my balls turned bluer and my hardon grew . And, anyway, in different circumstances Ginny might even have quite liked Melissa. She was a cheerful woman only slightly younger than Ginny and one, judging by her daughter, who might bring to Brian's life that bundle of joy that Ginny had failed to do.However, wherever Ginny went to read her novel, on the beach, by the hotel swimming pool, even on the hotel balcony, there was always this other woman: the one now sitting next to her under the shelter. A woman who fit her swimsuit so much. She told of how she had encountered a group of fellow campers in the showers one morning, four of them engaged in a wet, steamy tangle of limbs. She went into detail about them, about how she had watched them unnoticed from behind a curtain, silently sliding a hand beneath her robe until her entire body shook from an orgasm. She had told this story in as much detail as she could think of, enjoying the thought of him getting off on it. Eventually the stories stopped. She made a mistake and he.