Barefoot, white shorts and a blue, long-sleeved chambray shirt. No bra for these 34B’s. John and I were both keyed up. I had unbuttoned the top t...o before James arrived, and as we talked and drank in the living room, I toyed with the third, teasing. I went to the kitchen for more beer, and as I leaned down to sit James’ on the table, I looked over at John and winked. I knew James would get a good look down my blouse if I looked away, and I wanted him to see my tits. I hoped he’d peek and. ” Jess smiled, a genuine smile and let finally go of my knees. “This is going to be so much fun. But now I think it is time to thank me.” “Thank you, Jess,” I gasped hastily, “I’m really really grateful that I can stay with you!” “I know that,” Jess grinned, “ I’m talking about a different show of gratitude. Why don’t you undress? I want to see what we’ll have to put up with.” I almost choked on my own spittle. Put up with? But something about the way she treated me resonated in me, the same. Every run we made to the equipment that day, Ginger peeled off her top and went with the bikini top as long as possible. When we got back from our last run of the day, it was about half an hour before sunset. We saw Bill’s van and Ginger asked if we should see if they are home and if they have any plans. I popped next door and was greeted at the door by Olga, who wanted to know where Ginger was. I told her I came over to see what was up and she said they were just trying to figure out what. . after a few she has her arms one on my leg and the other was on our new friends leg, she noticed how hard he was getting and how long that cock was... she told be she had to go change her shirt was to tight and bothering her, the way she got up, she put both hands on his knees looking straight at his bulge all the way down his shorts, long shorts at that! Well both noticed her wet spot when she got up, I said man did you see her wet spot? yes he saw it for sure, she didn't come back so I went.