“Oh! You’re right! What was I thinking? See, I need to keep you around to remind me of stuff like that.”She giggled (oh, boy, that wonderful sou...d... ). “You dummy...”Soon Denise and I arrived at school and even found a great parking spot.I slunk with her into the building and tried to be as unobtrusive as possible—I didn’t want to see either Fletcher or (ugh) Abover today, especially not first thing. Nor was I interested in speaking to any hero-worshiping students. I dropped off my disability. Besides, her top wasn’t hiding anything.Then there is the eroticism. This is certainly not the type of sailing trip she is used to. The heat of the sun seems focused on her loins. She thinks about her fantasy last week and is secretly glad Barbara didn't come, leaving her alone with the two men. She even starts to think of Dave as not her husband, but another man she will be showing off for.She appreciates the obvious attention from passing boats. She even leans up and waves to a couple of. "Leaving the dildo inside her grossly stretched holes, I ran my hand up her hips, round to her shoulder blades, and back down her spine to her bottom. A pair of sharp slaps, one on each cheek, was enough to force a sob from her lips. I realised that the spanking was causing the dildo to shift inside her ass, which, in turn, was sending tremors through her stuffed pussy. I raised my hand again, and again, each ringing slap causing her body to buck uncontrollably as the dildo throbbed and shifted. As I withdrew my hand, I looked at Marty, and he smiled a huge smile. That answered the unknown.We immediately began Frenching each other, massaging tits and asses and cocks and cunts. Beth was enthralled by it all - especially when I shifted over to Marty's side - dunked my head under the water - and sucked his cock until I had to come up for air. When I popped my head above the water line, Marty and Beth were sucking tongues. We played for awhile - still in the hot tub. I suggested we get.