"Face it. Every male body part has minds of its own." "Yes, but our leader is a real dick," I commented, turning my head. Maybe I was exaggerating my ...esture so there was no way for my eyes to return to their doom. However, my eyes fell on hers, and they were thinned by her cheeks, swollen with a smile. "Sorry to say, the jokes don't get much better." "It's fine, I know someone who tells worse jokes than that, but you're damn close." "Fair enough." "I don't normally make conversation with. Usually, Rascal does not like to swim at night because she quickly gets cold (it’s no fun trying to make out with a shivering person), but we sat down at the pool’s edge and put our feet in the water. It was surprising how warm the water felt. It truly had been a hot scorching day. Rascal quickly suggested that we put on our swim suits and enjoy a nice swim after we finish our glass of wine.When we went in to change, we noticed that her parents were definitely out as her dad snores disturbed. God! She was so gorgeous, so stunning and sexy and feminine, her dark hair falling around her face in glistening waves and her blue eyes sparkling. She was trim and fit still, maybe a few additional pounds filling out her curves, but it just made her look better. She shined with health and vitality, her face and arms and her legs below her knee-length skirt tan and glowing. She was barefoot, and it somehow added to her already overwhelming sex appeal. She looked happy, very happy, and I knew. I left the rest 'causeI do enjoy some hair. Pretty, aren't they?" From the denuded balls Sandra heldin her hand and the one scarlet fingernail she used to flick at one of thechest studs piercing the nipples, the others quickly nodded in agreement. One of the braver of the guests ventured to ask, "What's its name?" Sandra let the genitals drop and stopped her flicking. "A curious one. Slavecalls himself "faibhar" and despite the name he is neither from the MiddleEast, nor some sort of.