Courageously, I removed my shirt and then unzipped and removed my shorts, looking around casually and trying to pretend that Ronnie and Martha weren't...there. There I was: naked. Not nude -- naked. I knelt into the sand, facing toward the water and slightly away from the others, the better not to let either of them notice I was half erect. I squirted lotion on my arms and chest, gasping as the cool stuff hit my skin. I rubbed it in, adding more to my legs and face.Martha reclined face up on her. He looked out across the street and directly into Claire’s room. She was late home again… Why hadn’t Pete picked her up in the car? Something was up. Had she found a boyfriend? Dave prayed to God that she hadn’t. His attention went back to the girls on his computer screen. A blonde bombshell was screaming like a banshee, while a head of brown wavy hair sucked hungrily from her pussy. Dave leaned back against his chair, resisting the urge to grab his throbbing member. He imagined the girl was. Then I put onthe matching bra and inserted the large false breasts.My earlier assessment of the dress proved to be correct, it only justreached my stocking-tops and would surely ride up to expose my bum andpanties if I stretched, bent over or even sat down incorrectly.I tied the little apron in a big bow behind my back, put on the heelsthen slid the lacy black gloves up my arms, they reached just over myelbows and even though they were fingerless there was a small strap thatfitted over my third. The pregnant barmaid was no longer needed to introduce the hard cocks to my mouth. Wives and girlfriends were doing the job for her. Women dressed in their finest evening gowns either stood or kneeled while they either stroked or sucked their mates’ man-meat. Whenever the men were about to cum, they would head towards me with dicks in hand. Groups of two and three would come up to the platform while stroking their rigid cocks. While waiting for each man to ejaculate, I would kiss and lick the.