He stopped and smiled downward towards the shorter woman. ‘I’ve got the trunks on underneath my shorts,’ he remarked through a playful, angled c...rl on his lips. He always liked to sweeten his words with his curling French accent when he was like this. ‘I’m good to go, Lynn.’ Lynn put her hand on her chest and chided, ‘Well, that really puts me at ease. Thank you, Adam. Now, do me a favour and get your butt to the pool.’ The young man arched his sharp brow and chuckled. ‘Seeya, Cass!’ He winked. She was a really sexy girl, so I wasn’t about to say no to her. By the time we’d had a drink of wine from the bottle that I’d been carrying in our cool-bag, we were all well relaxed about being naked together and the girls seemed to look even more stunning than before. I could see that Michelle had a hand between her legs and was trying to discreetly touch herself. I couldn’t believe this was my wife, gently trying to masturbate in front of us. She must really be on heat. I’d only just noticed. My tongue bathed her clitoris, sending shockwaves through her body, and she moaned and fought the urge to lie back and surrender. Then I lapped at her opening, swishing her inner lips from side to side, before returning to her love button. Her cries delighted me, and excited me. I'm always happy to drive her mad with pleasure, and I was eager to have her cum in mouth. I sucked on her delicate inner lips, and she flinched, so I broke away, asking her if she was OK. She said, "Yes! But it hurt a. "It was then that we both learned about the showers and growers, which are the terms used today. Bobby's wasn't twice as long as mine, like I told him it was, but the difference was still very noticeable. We even took out a ruler to find out how different."8 and a quarter inches!" I announced as we interrupted our jerking off to measure. "You lucky bastard." It's only a couple of inches longer than yours," Bobby said, good friend that he was, but when he had measured me he had the ruler pressed.