He stroked the back of his shaved head and sighed. “Honestly, I love you guys, but you really are pigs.” Everyone had already left. I was the last...one to quietly make my way towards the front door. I looked over my shoulder and saw him reluctantly pick up one of the cups. “Do you….need help with that?”He threw the empty cup back on the floor and responded: “Nah, don’t bother. I’ll do it in the morning.”“Are you sure? It’s no big deal. If we do it now you can fall asleep easier tonight.” He. Below her navel... of course now I was in dreamland. She had a nice neat bottom, well-muscled thighs and calves and pretty, regular toes - with black nail polish that spoke to me like the confiding of a secret agent. “Let me tell you something about this woman,” they said. “Not as innocent as she likes you to think.”I had been watching her for days, chatting idly as she lay, mainly on her front, with that bottom basking beneath the bikini briefs.We had met at church and I had been struck by. They didn't even flinch when I helped Nanita with the fits for their halter-tops and were good sports when I petted their asses since I was close already."There is a little problem we need to take care of in their horse canyon," I said, sort of announcing it while most of my attention was on the titties I was fondling as I pretended to help with the fit."What kind of problem?" Catla asked."A pride of cave lions are in there and they seem to think they own at least a few of the bison and horses.. Bizarrely as we finished up we didn't spunk but I think on my suggestion we both moisturised our semi hard cocks in the bathroom with one of the hotel lotions - something I don't think I have done before or since that trip - I remember it being great fun then really weird to go into the pool not long after.I was completely fascinated how his cock seemed bigger when fully soft, despite me being more or less bigger when hard. It's also difficult to compare in glances in changing rooms, looking.