Her wind-swept hair tickled his nose as she moved her right arm to his lower back, just above the waist line of his Navy blue sweats. She noticed that...he hadn’t bothered putting his BVDs back on this morning. But, neither had she bothered to put her Hanes Her Way bikinis on either. The damp sand beneath her felt seductively pleasant through the thin white fabric of her sweat pants. She shivered slightly when a brief gust of wind danced across her tee-shirt clad nipples. His left arm reached. I never did the full sex, finding the massage a much nicer experience with the girls generally more engaging and open to me. I find full-body massages extremely fulfilling, not feeling a need for sexual intercourse.I could hear footsteps outside, the sound of high heels on the tiles. I felt the thrill associated with being about to reveal my need to be sexual. The door handle turned. In stepped a girl scantily dressed wearing just lingerie and a G-string, showing her tight and cute bare bum and. It just made me hotter and wetter.I put my hands on her ass and held tight as I lifted my head licking and sucking her pussy, sticking my tongue out as far as possible, so she could ride me. I tongue fucked her hard. Cat grabbed my head and bucked faster into my mouth.‘Suck it baby, suck it. Stick it deep inside me. Tongue me. Fuck me good.’ she demanded. Her words were like gas on a fire and I licked her until her cum ran all over my face and into my mouth. Once she settled down, she. ‘We shouldn’t tell Sybil.’ Lydia said as she buttoned up her blouse. ‘I agree…besides, it would only end up in her column.’ Brent joked. ‘I suppose we should get back to the haircut?’ Lydia asked. ‘I think we’d better get back inside, I’ll just tell Sybil that-‘ The door opened and a very bed headed Sybil appeared. ‘I guess I crashed.’ She said. ‘What did I miss? And why haven’t you cut Brent’s hair? How long have I been sleeping? Why is Brent’s hair wet? Why is your blouse wet?’ ‘God you ask a.