I'll admit that I had looked at them for quite some time with a lusty eye, and knew it would only be a matter of time before I would want to do someth...ng about the fantasies I was having about both of them. They had been best friends since birth, practically, and both loved to swim- having tastes for "younger" ladies as I do, I was more than happy to keep my swimming pool in perfect shape when they would come to my house in the country so that they could almost run straight from the driveway to. At first he didnt kiss back, but, at the same time, he didnt resist me. I opened my eyes to examine his face, only to notice he was simply looking at me with a sort of saddened-shocked expression. I pulled away for a moment and stared him right in the eyes. He looked at me, not speaking, for a good minute in a half, before leaning in and kissing me right on the lips. I slipped my tongue into his mouth, and before I knew it, we were making out passionately on the park bench. After a minute or. .. That’s it...” Her hand started to shiver as she reached down to take a hold of his cock, which, not surprisingly, rock hard, really hard, and she could feel it throbbing when she finally was able to put it between her fingers, helping it find it’s way to her hairy cunt. “There...” she said, placing both her hands on his arse cheeks as she’d managed to put his cock to where it belonged... in her wet cunt... making him do small thrusts, pushing his cock in and out of her wet hole. “Just keep. That's going to be difficult. I'm already spinning a web of ways to seduce her as we leave my work, walking hand-in-hand back to my car. I'm distracted when her phone rings. "It's Jeff," she says surprised and answers it while I begin silently seething. When Chanel told me the photographer she worked with was a guy-- a straight guy, I immediately felt uncomfortable. I'm going to support whatever she wants to do, but that doesn't mean I'll enjoy some other dude taking pictures of her, especially.