"Shhhhh ... Constance ... It's Ok. You're safe. No one is trying to hurt you. It's me, Kevin, and you're with me in the carriage house, out in Chevy C...ase ... Shhhhhh ... It's Ok ... It's Ok..."She opened her eyes, stopped fighting and buried her face in my chest, weeping almost hysterically. I held her, stroked her face and head, cuddled her body tightly against me for warmth and security, and let her cry it out – whatever it was.My chest was wet with her tears and when she felt the wetness. As the white bubbles spread over her back and shoulders I ltook a moment to look down and gaze at her pert buttocks protruding outwards just inches from my cock. I began to fantasize about squeezing it in between her cheeks and relishing how it would feel. I was so busy looking at her butt that I had failed to notice that I was circling one spot on her right shoulder over and over again. Angela laughed as she looked over her shoulder and saw what I was doing. She took the sponge from my hand. I excused myself for a couple of minutes after I told Derek to get undressed and when I came back out, I was dressed in a sheer black babydoll with black hose and heels and as Derek had gotten onto the bed and laid down, I slid in next to him and looking back over at Joe whom I had told to follow us, I smiled at him, "I'm gonna fuckin' cuck you" I said to him and looking at Derek, "I want you so fuckin' bad lover" I said and moved over to him and we started to kiss. After a minute or so I felt. I nudged Marsha to direct her attention to the scene below. Sammy and Howard were watching Sara's naked body walk toward them. She looked frightened, like she wasn't sure what was going to happen next.Howard stumbled to his feet and ordered his wife to sit down.Sammy tossed one of the towels to Sara and while she was drying her hair, repositioned both loungers so that we, Patti, Marsha, Smyth and I would have a clear, frontal view of the occupants.I put my hand under Marsha's skirt and felt her.