Chris squeezed my ass under my dress, dangerously close to my 'parts' lay beneath my white tights. "Come on," he said, and took my hand to lead me up ...he stairs, and into his bedroom. It was very masculine, there were posters of famous footballers and sexy women on the walls, and I noticed he had a huge pile of weights in the corner. No wonder he's so fit, I found myself thinking. I sat on the bed, unable to say anything because I was so nervous. I really wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't let. He jumped in and stopped me from finishing my work out, not that I really work out. I usually just want a reason to be in the pool. “Hey!” he said enthusiastically. “Hi John!” I said as I returned the enthusiasm. “You look really nice today,” John admitted to me. I blushed and realized I was wearing my new hot pink bikini. The top was low cut and the bottoms just barely covered my ass. It made me feel good that someone had noticed my sexy body. We played in the pool as if we were 5 but in. No. We have a good sex life.” “Honey….that’s what they all say….but I can spot them a mile away. You wouldn’t mind somethin’ more wouldn’t you?” Julie said. “No. No. I’m not looking for anyone else.” My past probably being written all over my face. Julie then shocked me a bit when she blurted out, “He helps me out.” I confusedly asked, “Helps you out? What do you mean?” She answered, “We have an open relationship in which we seek other men…..usually black guys.” “Really?” I asked. “I’ve been. ‘Oh god, oh my god, what are you doing to me?’ she asked. ‘Do you want me to stop?’ I asked, though in all honesty had no such intention. ‘No, god no,’ she said, as I started licking her as I pushed my fingers deeper. It took me less than ten minutes to send her flying. She sat up and grabbed my hair as she came, crying out something in a foreign language. Her legs quivered and I was sucking on her clit when she just literally came apart. Her whole body seemed to convulse repeatedly as she.