”“Mm, that sounds like an offer I can’t refuse.”They waded out of the water and went over to their lean-to. Billy grabbed a big fluffy towel a...d started drying Tara off. He started with her hair and worked his way down. He dried her face and worked to her shoulders and eventually he was drying her chest. He was taking his time to dry and caress her breasts. He was paying a lot of attention to her nipples and it wasn’t long before she was letting little moans escape.Billy took this as a good. “Here, I’ll free you a bit”. It was Pete as he unclipped the wrist straps.“Bend over and spread”, it was that male voice.I leant myself over and pulled my arse cheeks apart. The group could see my anus as well as my sex hole, dark yet inviting in its exposed, wet state. It was clean, pink and fleshy in appearance as well as clean of hair up in between (I like to shave there so it would be neat).“Nice”, complemented another male.I straightened up and turned back to face the group. “Play with. Imagining it, I almost knocked an old woman over rounding the corner at the end of the aisle trying to catch up with Mom.Around the corner, Mom was stretching her head over her shoulder, trying to look at the back of her leg, her hand pulling up the edge of the shorts on her right leg.“Something wrong,” I asked.“No,” she replied. “My leg hurt for a minute. I was trying to see if that bruise is still there.”Before Mom could react, I reached down and pulled the leg of her shorts up.“Yup, still. I proceed to walk over to a bar, get an ice bucket, a bottle of Chardonnay, along with two goblets. I lick my lips in anticipation, return to the rug, and set the items off to the side. Following that, I lie down on the bearskin and coo as the fabric tickles every inch of me, like a million tiny fingers. I’m lost in my own fantasy world when Marcus arrives. I do not see him enter the room. As he enters the room he sees me lying naked in front of the fireplace, facing him. He cannot keep his.