Waylon stood up and unexpectedly began to unbutton his shirt."Uhh, wh-what are you doing?" Jess asked through a suddenly nervous grin. She took a step...back.He had already parted his shirt before she had further opportunity to protest. As she blinked at him, he said, "You wanted to know how many tattoos I had." No. I, uh, just… you don't have to… " Jess stammered as she waved one hand at him and weakly covered her face with the other. She still left plenty of space between her fingers to watch. “Ok, but I want you to know that I do really want this, I want you so bad.” She whimpered as she began to grind in my lap. “Yeah?” I asked as I slid my hand down her back to her little ass.“Mmhmmm. Do you really think I’m sexy?” She asked as she started to grind more.“Yeah I do, you’re very sexy and I love this little outfit of yours.” I sighed as I looked down at her perky little tits.“I picked it out just for you.” She whimpered before I looked in her eyes.“I love it.” I sighed as pure lust. She walked past us, breasts bouncing slightly, her ass as firm and shapely as a fashion model.Walking over to the deep end, she stopped, raised her arms almost sensuously in the air, and dove into the pool.I looked back at Ethan. He stood, transfixed. Jenna too. Interesting, I thought.A minute later, all four of us were in the water, lazily floating in the late summer heat.Kate’s wet bikini was a miracle of camouflage: it had simply vanished. Her firm nipples almost poked through the fabric.. Right now as Matt moved to her other foot, she was lost in the book that she was reading. She was happy with the pleasant sensation of tongue on her feet but that just about all that Matt meant to her – a tongue for her feet. She never felt any sort of guilt at using Matt for relieving her feet as she knew that by doing this she was giving worth to Matt’s life. It was obvious to both of them how beneath he was to her and how superior she was to him that it hadn’t taken a word for either of them.