Carly was bucking her hips against Stella’s mouth and her nails were digging deeply into Stella’s forearm, the tension in her hips and thighs sugg...sting she too was about to cum. Carly tasted like bliss on her tongue and Brad’s cock was hitting all the right spots. It was too much for Stella to handle any longer and when her own orgasm was seconds from hitting Carly came with a loud scream. Her hips arched off the desk as Stella licked furiously at her clit. Before Carly came down, Stella felt. She took it well and gave it right back. Saying here she was 50 miles out in the Gulf and couldn't even get ****d with no one around. From the beer, a week without sex, seeing a couple of naked men around her and playing with herself she was hornier than I had seen her in a long time. Though she had dressed Gary and I were still naked and when she said that, I knew she was wanting to have some fun. I stood up and walked over to where she was setting bringing my semi hard dick to face level for. She was in charge! Everything would be fine.The next day went better, depending on how you looked at it.Felicity answered the door herself, in a pair of Bermuda shorts and a cotton top. Her hair was pulled back and held with combs and clips. Sandals completed her outfit. She looked critically at Bobby, who, as usual, was in jeans, and a faded blue work shirt. This time, though, he was wearing tennis shoes. Felicity glanced at his face, but nothing more.“Ready?” she asked.“Ready!” he. THREE!"Again we had both thrown rock. A third tie in a row."Well, fuck." Helen sighed. "All right, I need a shower, you do what you want."That's a very dangerous statement to make to a guy." I commented."Bullshit. You won't do anything." She taunted. "You're too much of a nice guy."Wanna bet?" I challenged.We both looked at the door to the bathroom. Helen glanced back at me, and then, with a rapid motion, pulled her dirty t-shirt up over her head, revealing a black sports bra covering her.