He was so tight and firm. he delivered my drink back to me and straddled the lounge and sat down. He took his fingers and started rubbing my slit. He ...pened up my lips and rubbed my clit so sweetly. He leaned over and laid the back of my lounger back so I was laying down. He took my legs and moved them to the edge so that my feet touched the concrete. He started kissing me, working his way down to my nipples. He sucked and nibbled on them, driving me nuts. He had 2 fingers in my wet pussy by. (This probably falls into the "disgusting things" the little message warns about at the top, so I won't go into detail other than saying "Carrie" and I really needed a shower afterwards and gargled with antiseptic mouthwash.)I did once get lucky and sneak a thong from a clean laundry basket, but it was clean, literally bleached (and I could smell the bleach used in the wash). It wasn't the most exciting one to sneak away with, but it was the only one I thought would go unnoticed. And it. "I never had to show anyone your ID when we checked in. Maybe it's because I'm legal and we're getting married?"She couldn't resist turning her head to kiss him. "I've never had a drink." The idea made her skin tingle as she scanned all the bottles behind the bar."This is going to be a weekend of firsts." His eyes sparkled as he kissed her back."Tonight's gonna be so hard," she said as she slid her hand up his thigh."It already is," he laughed and squirmed away from her fingers."God, y'all are. Anyway as the months rolled by I started to notice odd behaviour from her. When it was time to drop her back at home she would be quite 'clingy' and kept asking if I wanted to come in for a cuppa or did I want to see her garden, I always declined and put it down to her loneliness.Then one time when she was paying me she gave me a very generous £10 tip, after accepting it she left the purse open, I could see a big bunch of 20's in there, she said in that soft Irish accent."You can have more if.