Maybe Carol isn't the tight ass I thought." That is interesting. I also noticed a long tight hug between the two of you as we left, might Carol be int...rested in more? If she is, does that mean all of the club are fair game now?" I'm not sure about Carol. Maybe... We will see... maybe we should have Carol and Bob over for brunch tomorrow. If you would be so kind as to keep Bob engaged I would certainly enjoy exploring a bit farther with Carol. As far as I am concerned what ever you do with Bob. “Kind of. Normally, she’s either walking through the commons or smashing tennis balls on a court. I don’t know which one.”“Thanks.”Amanda was fully dressed after that short conversation, and we were both in our clothes from the previous day. “You want me to walk you to the front door?” Amanda asked.“No thanks. You don’t have to…” was all I could say before Amanda grabbed my arm, locked it with her own arm, and started walking with me to the front door.“Looks like I don’t have a choice do. If not, then at least you'll improve your tan, and I'll do anything you'd like as a forfeit. How's that for a deal?"I thought for a moment then agreed, and went up to my bedroom to get changed. When I took off my panties I touched myself to feel my wetness, my pussy aroused by that frisson at Paul's touch. My pussy wanted me to stop and play, but that would have to wait. I put on the bikini that my husband had chosen, and went back into the garden to sit with my husband. The four guys were. "Laura looked at her as though she weren't understanding a simple math problem. "Yes, Sandra, the answer is yes. Your brain just hasn't caught up to what your body's already figured out. You followed him when he left the table, you let him stick his finger in your pussy and make you cum... Jesus Christ, you got on your knees in a public place, sucked his cock, and swallowed his cum. Bitch, you want to call this man. Fuck, it's getting me hot, just talking about it." I know. I'm just.