They were loud I thought... but they didn't last long. I would wonder what position they were in or if he'd even take the time to actually please her....I thought about how much better off she would be in my hands. Poor girl. I couldn't intervene. I didn't want the drama, and above all, I didn't really have any real attraction to her. I was more into brunettes, the taller, curvier type. I'd hear them from time to time, then one night I heard them fighting. It seemed to settle down quickly so I. .me . hey mate how are you doing ? him fine thanks , god you look nice .me thanks .do you want to get in? yes please. he climbs in him , god I cant believe this , I don't know what im doing here , I am not even gay or anything , but you look so sexy . I love stockings . that's ok , I say . him , can I touch your stockings please..cause you can ...he runs his hand up and down my leg , my skirt was pulled down nice and neat and it wasn't long before his hand goes slightly underneath o touch the. After a few minutes, Kent came back to life and pulled me from the bed and carried me on his arms to the pool right outside his bedroom. He made his way in with me and washed all the cum from me while kissing me. Then, we sat on the stairs of the pool and giggle like young lovers while Kent recovered. Then, he turned his attention to my breast and started to play with them and suck on my erect nipples. Slowly Kevin turned me facing away from him and kissed my back while massaging my pussy. They felt horrible. Damp, cold and unpleasantly clinging to her skin. Then the jeans, but to no avail. They were so tight and clammy she could not drag them back onto her legs, no matter how hard she pulled. ‘Bugger, bugger, bugger,’ she cursed quietly. She stood shifting her weight from leg to leg for a full five minutes, as she blankly considered her situation. She decided there was no choice. She rolled the knickers back off, dried herself again, wrapped a towel around herself and slid back.