No-one was looking back, of course they weren’t. I pulled in my stomach and stuck my hand down my trousers and into my underpants. The only thing th...t would have made my cock happier was if it had been Kate’s hand.I glanced at her. She was staring at my lap, at the movement in my trousers. I reached out with my left hand, placing it on her skirt, her thigh, squeezing lightly.She hadn’t said I couldn’t touch her; nor had she said I could. The fact that she did nothing to move my hand away spoke. Of course, he would have complained had I done the same thing.“Jeff, get out! I’m not done. The door was locked!”“It’s not Jeff,” answered a girlish giggle.“Vickie, this isn’t funny! Out!”Fortunately, the bathtub/shower combo had frosted glass doors.“You’re avoiding me.”“What are you talking about? I was in the pool. I just got out. Now I’m rinsing off. Then I’ll be out. Please get out.”“I’ll wait here,” she giggled.“Vickie, we’ll get in trouble. What if someone comes looking for you?”“They. It really was unnerving how much he looked like a god, naked in the morning light. Cerberus was the name he used for all three dogs, none of them had its own name. They all responded to the name Cerberus and were amazingly well-trained. I groaned in response. ‘If I thought I was Christ, would I be with you?’ he asked, crossing the room to me. He gently raised my face from the mug and kissed me. I thought I felt electricity in our intermingling morning stubble. I moaned in response. He took the. She was bent over slightly, her short, ruffled skirt hiked up to expose the many petticoats underneath as well as just the bottom of her pert ass.Fiona walked in from the kitchen, naked. Apparently, Louise had interrupted the sluts shopping trip and they didn't get any of the maid outfits or other slutty clothing as we told them to get. Fiona remember her orders, though, and must have stripped naked while the medics worked on Korina. She was curvy Irish gal with strawberry-blonde hair that was.