..OK,’ he stammered in response. I smiled to myself as I went back to my room and slipped into a little red bikini with a thong bottom and plunge to.... My husband called it my sheepdog bikini, “because it rounds them up and points them in the right direction!” He was right, it gave my breasts a fabulous cleavage. I threw a sheer beach dress over it, everything visible through the flimsy fabric.As I poured the drinks, Sam entered the kitchen in a pair of swimming trunks; a fairly impressive. I concentrated on dog paddling instead. He was pretty hot under the collar when he finally thought to look for me at the end of the dock. He’d been yelling my name for a while, interspersed with orders to get my little ass there now. My traitorous little ass was twitching at the dirty little thoughts of the major running around in my head. Disgusted with myself, I climbed onto the dock and sauntered unhurriedly toward him. I wouldn’t want him to think I was actually obeying. He put his fists on. She was very happy to see him and they talked and laughed half the night away. Roy got up to leave gave her a kiss on the cheek. She looked at the clock to see that it was 1:00am. She insisted that he spend the night in his old room and leave early the next morning. Pam woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking. She smiled and made her way to the kitchen wearing a terry cloth robe over her night gown. Roy was standing at the stove cooking a pan of sausage and a pan of eggs. She poured a cup. Suddenly Jen said, “I want to taste it.” I stopped, taken back by this remark. “My dick?” I asked, as if I couldn’t believe it. “Yes,” she said, forcefully grabbing my legs. She slid up towards me, and as her pussy made it’s way toward my face, I felt her warm lips swab over my cock. I gasped; this was insane! She grabbed hold of my buttocks, and sank my manhood deeper into the back of her throat before beginning a stroking pattern. “Eat me too,” she said, taking it out of her mouth for a.