“Aaron, go into the other room while we girls discuss things,” Amelia said, sending me away with a shooing gesture.- - - -As with the bachelor par...y, things started at our apartment.Since we were going out in public, I was allowed to dress in normal “civilian” clothes. Those included khakis and a polo shirt. Under the khakis, Amelia told me I had to wear pink lace panties. She had purchased them at Boulevard just for me.I had to strip in front of her to put them on but, by that point, I didn’t. It was up on a ridge in a grove of oaks, a beautiful setting. The ladies were already feeling no pain, having imbibed all the way to the ranch. Roger was sober. The house was really nice and well equipped. The patio in the back had a view off the ridge into the western sky and a nice rectangular pool was next to the patio (with a diving board). Everyone unpacked and got into their bathing suits.Gary and I met near the pool. I again told him to monitor things closely and keep control of the. "I wish I had the cash to get some of your stuff." Her smile reappeared like magic and she was transformed, practically glowing with creative potential, a blinding inner beauty that blazed past her damaged body, a beauty of the soul that refused to die.He blinked, nearly blinded by her inner radiance. Oh yeah, that's why I'm doing this. His dick sprang to attention in reaction to her untapped power. I could bring all that a little closer to the surface. Make it easier for her to utilize-- Damn. His pants were still on, they wouldn’t be for long. There was a bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger as his hands trailed up and down my back. His nails scratched my back. I wasn’t wearing anything under my skirt; he found that out as I wrapped one of my legs around him, pulling his crotch towards his prize. His hand slid up my thigh raking my ass with his nails. Both hands were on my ass as I bit his lip. His fingers were warm as they trailed my slit. I pulled his.