"Join me in some good clean fun?" he indicated the steaming hot tub and flipped a switch. Immediately the tub frothed with turbulence as jets of air s...rged through it.They had just settled into the hot water when a panel Connie had not noticed opened and a tall black girl entered. She was wearing a bright sarong affair which was so diaphanous that, at second glance, Connie could see she wore nothing beneath it. Her halter was made of the same material and her small, hard breasts peeked through. Not Estelle, no — Myriam. She wore her reserved smile, her tightest bun. And a very conservative Chanel suit.Her delicate hand was entwined with the rather stubby fingers of a John Enthwistle III, would-be junior Senator for the tiny state of Rhode Island. He smiled proudly at her. He should be proud, if only for selling his bald and pudgy self to this stunning woman.Myriam stood at least three inches taller.There were a lot of pictures. The captions told me they had been taken at a garden. As if reading my mind, the guy stepped back from my bed. With a plopping sound, his cock slipped out of my lips, and I was left watching as he took off his shirt and the wife beater beneath it, exposing his smooth chest with perfectly shaped abs. He then took off his shoes and got rid of both trousers and underpants, walking in his nakedness to the feet of my bed.He grabbed my legs and spread them wide, at the same time turning me to lie onto my stomach. I felt the bed shake as he climbed on it. He had not seen them so we brought out two of them, including the double headed ones. The longer ones we could insert one end into our pussy and the other into our ass. Then we could use it to fuck the other one with. The shorter one? The twelve incher? Suk giggled a little when I told Wes we would put one end in her pussy and the other in mine then rub our pussies together. He naturally wanted to see that sometime. There was not time like the present. Suk went into the house and brought out a.