I had already read a few pages and consumed a couple of beers before I was drawn away from the book by Sally’s voice saying Hi there handsome how is...Jan, has the doctor been, this was closely followed by Peter saying how unfortunate for me, being on my honeymoon and with the bride out of action. Sally quickly chipped in with a “he can all way’s join us for a three some” and a burst of laughter before plunging head first into the pool. Peter received their drinks that he had ordered on the way. Just keep cool and lift her up. It doesn't have to be sexual if you don't make it that way.He walked up behind her and put his hands gently on her waist. "Ok ready? One. Two. Three" on three he lifted her up high and watched as her hands grabbed the lowest branch. She hung there for a second and seemed to struggle to pull herself up."Hey daddy give me a little extra push please" she called down to him.Mark tried to grab her foot and push her up but her legs kept kicking. "You gotta stop kicking. " Doug assured me. Spying on my lover and me is the best possible treat a voyeur-cuckold husband could ever want. I laughed at first and told him no way. Rethinking it really became an interesting idea. Our walk in closet faces our bed with full length café doors and vertical slats up and down for ventilation. My husband could close the doors sit on a chair and watch us through the slats. Thoughts came to my mind picturing my naked husband in our closet jacking off to us fucking! This was a. “And,” said Quentin, “if we wish, we can tighten up . . .”Flick . . . flick . . . went the buttons.The hump at the end of each block rose slightly and the knees of each girl were pulled forward . . . thus tautening the flesh over the nates and pulling wide the cleft between those nates. Havers mouth was slack; he was almost dribbling and he was showing the whites of his eyes. “A most suitable posture for punishment,” said Quentin, giving his aide a wink. “Or for . . . well whatever you fancy,.