And then, we looked at each other and shouted, "WANDA!" She's going to be pissed at me. I should have told her how to turn the air conditioning on," I...muttered as we walked through the kitchen, already feeling perspiration trickle down our backs. As we opened the back door we heard the girls splashing in the pool. I stopped to flip the A/C switch on before following Patti out to the pool.Wanda and Marsha were having way too much fun to even listen to my apology. Nor did they respond to Patti's. That's right, now just stretch your cheeks apart a little, no you'll have to spread your legs, just a little more, and a little further, just a little more. OK that's great, we just need you to pull on your cheeks a bit more, come on, really stretch your buns for me. Superb, relax now I just need to change the roll.OK, ready to go again. Tell you what, just sit down in that easy chair, no don't cover yourself with your hands, there's nothing to be ashamed off. Come on smile. Now ease your legs. Maybe my attempts at stealth are just that. As I take in what she's wearing or, should I say, what she's wearing for me. The black lacy waspie suspender belt, yum, the balcony bra where there is just a hint of nipple on show. Wow, what nipples they are: large, pert, the size of car wheel nuts. They can be so sensitive when engorged. If she's in the mood, playing with them can bring her within inches of a climax. Not forgetting the tiny thong, the fishnet stockings and the red, fuck-me pumps. I. .. up to her hips, my hands sliding higher, slipping underneath her shirt and lifting it slowly, pushing her shirt up over her black satin bra. She arched her back and raised her arms, then reached down to pull her shirt over her head and throw it to the side. Her bra held her breasts high on her chest, large and round and her skin so dark against the satin. My lips moved higher, kissing her stomach, then over the smooth material of her bra. My hands went to her soft shoulders, slipping the.