"Oh really," Eric replied, "and what were you thinking while I did?" "How those wet swim trunks showed off quite a bit of you as they clung to your co...k," she answered. "It excited me." I was checking you out too as I passed by," Eric countered. "Do you know what I was thinking?"Christy shook her head from side to side with a sly smile on her lips. "That you looked way too innocent for us to ever to entice you in here like Amy had fantasized," Eric said. "Well, you were partially right,". . They don't make them like that in Holland..." He gasped, his mouth agape, and his hand on his now throbbing, veiny cock."Yorkshire born and bred"...She replied, walking over to him. She lowered herself and straddled over him, her legs either side of him, but not penetrating her; - resting her pussy just on top of it, sliding back and forth on the top of his shaft as she started kissing him.She started grinding against his big cock, her plump, bubble butt thrusting back and forth, me getting a. A wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless. We took a leisurely stroll around all of the Olympic venues, lapping up the colourful multicultural buzz that only the Olympics can provide. The Dutch in their orange shirts, the boisterous Hungarians coming out of the handball arena, and the massed ranks of Polish fans entering the water polo arena were particularly conspicuous among the thousands and thousands of fans milling about. The largest contingent by far, quite naturally, were the British. I arched my back up against him in response. I could feel the thoughts in my head getting hazy, in their place pure instinct took over. I fought against him and dug my nails into his back pulling his shirt over his head, and throwing it onto the floor where I was left with nothing less than his perfect body pressed bare against mine. His lips fell roughly onto mine, overwhelming me with sudden desire. I pulled at his belt, undoing it as he undid the clasp to my bra and took my breast into his.