Jennifer reasoned to herself that it was okay to show them, because all of the other girls were doing it, so she was just conforming her behavior. S...e knew that people were even telling others about the raving beauty at the "B" deck pool, because several times she heard people asking others "Is this the one?" and hearing an affirmative reply as they openly ogled her sensuous beauty. She was, however, a little curious when a young woman asked the hunk with her "Is it going to be that vain one. You got a car here...' I answered as I shook my head '...no I walked over...' Good I'm parked over here, we can get to my home in a matter of minutes and get busy making up for lost times....' Harry drove quickly to his new home in the suburbs of the city and as he parked he leaned back and unzipped his pants pulling out his massive male member. '...Come on David stroke me a couple of time now. No one can see us here and I just can't wait to feel your hands on my dick...' I was mesmerized by. So as not to arouse suspicion, I waited a little until I made my toilet stop to the bathroom where the laundry basket was. After about 30 minutes I made my move, coming in from the garden I took off my shoes and went upstairs. I opened the bathroom door and lifted the lid to the laundry basket and found a lovely pair of white granny briefs. Knowing that I had more time than usual, I put the toilet lid down and sat down, unzipped and in no time, I had my throbbing cock in my hand, ready for. Beside the van stood a man of about twenty-five, six foot and built similar to me, but with a head of bushy black hair. He was dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, and had a gun on his hip. He looked more like an off duty cop than a process server or courier. Well the sign said they were bonded, so maybe a gun wasn't so far out of character. I assumed he was here for me. I walked over to him and said, "I'm TSgt. Cummings, are you here for me?" Yes Sergeant, I am your ride to your home and I have.