“That’s a hot, wet little waterslide, isn’t it?”“Mmm-hmm,” I agreed, working his zipper one handed–the other was twisted behind my back,...secured in his fist. “Wanna go for a ride?”He groaned when I slipped my hand into his trousers, his cock tenting his boxers. I pressed it flat up against his belly, feeling his pulse against my palm, my own just as fast.“You’re going to get me fired,” he growled, turning me around and shoving me against the copier, lifting my skirt high. I never wore pantyhose. My hands moved to the small of her back and I pulled her towards me, feeling the swell of her breasts against mine. One hand on her back, the other cradling the back of her head, holding her mouth against mine, her hair entwined in my fingers, my tongue feasting on her mouth. Finally, I released her, let her catch her breath, “Oh… my God.” She whispered. I smiled. “I don’t think you’re going to need to wait ‘til next Friday, are you?” “Oh fuck, I hope not.” I took Jen’s hand and led her into. With no one in the house, I was free to make as much noise as I liked, uttering obscenities about my sexy sister-in-law and her exquisite ass. "Oh fuck Katie, you are such are fucking filthy whore!" I uttered, as I felt my balls tighten. Today, they were baby pink cotton knickers, the crotch of which slightly stained and moist. The aroma was so unbelievably rich, the scent of her wet hairy cunt and sweaty asshole shaken and stirred to provide me with the nose candy I so craved. "Oh god, I love. She said the same of me. She had a cute little patch of light brown pubic hair which turned me on to the point where a little droplet of precum oozed out.We shared a beer and we left her sister to her book and went for a hand in hand walk down the beach. At the southern end of the beach there is a distinctly gay non-conventional nudist theme. Lots of solo men were standing around some with huge hard-ons, normally taboo on strictly nudist beaches but not here. There were also some women there.