At the same time I finished stripping Jack, he had reached down with both hands on my hips and slid my panties off. They ended up on the pile of cloth...ng we had built on the floor.I had sort of seen Jack’s penis in the motel, but it had been dark. Now we were in my lighted living room. His cock was big. It looked much bigger than Rob's. My Rob’s cock is five-and-a-half inches. Jack was eight inches and thicker too.I didn’t have time to fully examine Jack’s weapon. He was determined on using it. Come on!”We stripped and joined her in the bath. It was so hot, soothing, and relaxing. We washed each other sensually but not really sexually. It was just three women enjoying peace, comfort, and quiet. We also talked. Girl talk. As we cleaned ourselves and laughed, Kiera got out and stated that she’d be right back. I heard some soft rock begin to play. She came back a few minutes later.We were discussing what happened the night before when Sylva blurted out, “I’m so glad our plan. She said really? I said yes. Do you want another beer Beth? She said yes, with a big smile. I walked out of the river and got two beers and came back in. I went out to her and could still see her tits in the water. I handed her a beer and she said, I saw the lump in your shorts when you were walking back into the water. My face turned red and said you noticed? Yes, it a big lump. I stuttered again and said that when I saw your tits it excited me. Beth said really. She became more comfortable. It was bloody hot in that area of the central-southern Arizona desert, with daytime highs of 109 degrees and eight percent humidity. The white 1970 Ford Ranch Wagon that Dad had driven out there in April was a base model and did not have air conditioning. We were overworked, overheated, underpaid and felt unloved. We were westbound out of Coolidge with yet another load in the Ranch Wagon. There is an S-curve two miles out of town that has no reason to be there, after that, it’s a straight.