Jake Stood holding the gate open for us, like a perfect gentleman. A perfect gentleman, until we passed him. He followed his nice gesture with a hard ...lap to the ass. He managed to get Pam and Steve, but I was wise to his tricks. One advantage to being his wife I guess.Well all walked toward an area at the back part of the pool, adjusted the lounge chairs to face the sun, and flopped down. All having full intentions of enjoying the beauty of the day to its fullest. We made small talk, while. Still I take it and analyse it. “Did he just call me needy in a round the houses kind of way?” my inner voice asks and then I smile to myself. Where is the bloody on/off button for my brain? “Do you want my cock in your arse?” you ask me and I nod ever so slightly, some might say I’m as stubborn as the tightest arse. “You’d better get sucking then!” you say unbuttoning your flies and presenting your semi hard cock to me. I fall to my knees willingly and wonder silently why I’m drawn to such a. I knew whythey put me in such thrall. This was an almost self-consciousdance, the shoe dangled just on the edge of their consciousness,lilting on the playfully clenching big toe. A dangling heel is asign of self absorption.It was difficult to get up; difficult, but unbearably exciting. I just stood there a moment, and my first step was a halting one. I had to fight to keep my balance. Small steps. Yes, keep theback arched, and my legs apart. Try not to think of the sensationof the panties and. The ladies brought supper and we had a potluck dinner followed by our contact on the net followed by listening as the many members of Preservation checked with news and greetings. They were amazed to hear the Salt Lakers come in and report their current status. After Momma closed the net, everyone wanted to hear more about the radios and Preservation.The discussions went on into the night. Finally, people were tired. Sylvia invited us to join Bill and her at their home. We did and were placed.