I knew Brian was enjoying this. Actually I was too, her husband’s big cock was a revelation, at least eight, maybe nine inches for sure and it was l...rger around than my boyfriend’s as well. Wow. And he was shaved, too. They had a small sofa in their room and they sat down and started making out, kissing, his hands on her breasts, hers rubbing his dick up and down. Brian and I got up on their bed and lay down in each other’s arms to begin kissing and trying to forget we were with another couple. At first this made her feel special and unique, and it was nice to finally be with people her own age, and males other than her father and her dog. However, William, her date, seemed more interest in drinking with his mates, and them all taking the micky out of her "quaint" accent and her "cute way" of talking, than in learning more about her. After he downed his 6th pint, and refilled it without even offering her another drink, she decided there was no way she would be letting him drive. I closed my eyes and leaned slightly towards her."I need to get my camera," Aunt Fiona's voice chimed in. "You two look really cute sitting together like that!"I blushed and quickly turned away."You're not going to photograph me without anything on, are you?" Lily asked."Sure, why not?" Fiona answered, laughing. "It's not like I'm going sell anything I take to Penthouse or upload them on Facebook."She quickly returned poolside with her cellphone-cam, and positioned herself behind the two of. “You will like this place,” said the cabby, “No one here will try to rip you off.” Then he added, “The bartender is Bobby Joe and he is a friend of mine, so tell him Hank said ‘hello.’ ”Logan Lee stepped into the bar. A jazz quintet made up of elderly black gentlemen, wearing black suits and ties, was playing and large ceiling fans spun slowly overhead. He sat on a stool at the bar, and as the bartender walked up, Logan Lee asked, “Are you Bobby Joe?”“Yea, I sure am,” the bartender answered,.