With the shirt completely off, Bobby slowly, slowly kissed his way down Kirstie's body. "Ohh, Bobby, hurry up and kiss my tits. Please!" Kirstie plea...ed, wanting for nothing but Bobby's mouth to suckle her nipples. That was all the more inviting Bobby needed. He pulled the fabric of Kirstie's bra down, and slowly approached Kirstie's left nipple, hovering just inches above it before attacking it. While Bobby was sucking on her nipple, he slowly reached down to unbuckle her belt. In one fluid. “We both know you had been watching us. And yes, we had been watching you guys as well. Knowing you were sneaking peeks at me was exciting, and trying to be quiet when, I, well, you know. It just made it all better. And Linda! When I saw you sitting up and I could not see her, I had an idea what was going on. But then when I heard it, I knew. I just knew. And I was actually a bit jealous.”“Jealous? Why?”“Shush, this is my time to talk. I was jealous because there she was at 14, doing something. These people live a good life. Just being around these beautiful people had gotten my juices flowing. Then one of the wives had given me the Playboy article to read. It was an explicit description of how Andrew Adkins had serviced two Playmates of the month during one session in this very house! Reading this story while stealing glances at the Progenitor as he gracefully played tennis was one of my more surreal experiences. Nothing seems to bother these people. After I had returned the. Wynne was trying to stifle a smug grin, and failed when she caught my eye and I raised one eyebrow in amusement. When I managed to catch my breath, I turned and headed back to where Alistair was now walking, alone, face beet red, avoiding eye contact with anyone.When he saw me, he blushed more, and refused to meet my gaze. I took a surreptitious look around – no one was watching us – and then pushed him off the path we followed into a small copse of trees where I proceeded to kiss him.