You're glowing with sweat, your hair is loose, tumbling over your shoulders, you're practically begging for it right there.I let go of your wrists and...grab the hem of your skirt. You're such a little slut, you're not fooling anyone. You instinctively grab for it as I tug hard on your skirt, trying yank it off you. I hear a delicious ripping sound, and end up with the skirt round your hips. What a slut you are. My cock hurts. Trapped in my jeans, rock hard, yearning for release inside you - I. It's as if, in that brief instant, he'd photographed me with those eyes and stored the picture in his mind to retrieve and study at a later time. In another minute, he was looking longingly at the lake again, and I thought guiltily that I'd imagined the whole thing.He began asking questions, good intelligent questions, I'm sure, but I didn't have a clue to the answers for any of them. Which "arm" of the lake was this? What was the underwater slope? What was the water temperature? What was its. As he showed me the bathroom, I said, “So, you two have a spectacular maid.”“She is.”“Which leads to the obvious question of why she is a maid and not, say, a supermodel.”“Too busty to be a supermodel, you know. Designers like sticks, not real women.”We laughed and I said, “You know what I mean.”“Friend of Maureen’s family. Lost her job, we took her in as a favor.”“Charitable fellow.”We laughed and he said, “Charity, hell. We pay her a high salary and she’s worth every penny.”“Any other. Eric had continued to stroke my raging hardon and cup my balls in his hand, and it was making me move my hips towards and into his hand. Steve had continued to explore my mouth with his tongue. Our gasp had gotten more labored as we explored each other, Steve had manage to get my hand to rest on his hard cock, when I had finally grasped his essence in my hand I was amazed as to how hard and proportionate sized it was for him. I had enjoyed fondling him, and continued to explore his mouth with.