There was no pool up there, just a large open area filled with chaise lounge chairs and liberal supplies of oversized fluffy white towels.“I checked...it out yesterday afternoon,” Emily told me. “About half of the people up there were nude.”“Well, let’s go for it,” I said. “Maybe we’re Americans, but we’re not Baptists, right?”We got naked in the cabin, put on our robes, gathered up a bag full of the kind of junk one takes along to the beach, and found our way topside. It was only 11 a.m., but. "So I thought I'd make it a little easier for them all!"Somehow, I resisted the urge to ask her what she meant by that."At that moment the song ended and we walked back towards the entrance of the conservatory where Roger was standing waiting with a drink for Kate, she took the glass of fruit punch and drank it straight down. Kate then turned and asked me “Honey I’m so hot can you please get me another one of these fruit punches with lots of ice?” I agreed and taking her empty glass left her. "Well she was quiet and whispered that it wasn't a good idea. I asked her why not and she said because my husband is here." He described."Jesus." Was all I could think of to say."Little Chris is losing her innocence and you have a decision to make." He said a bit more forcefully than I thought appropriate."What's that?" I asked."You need to decide if you want me to fuck her cause if I get the chance I'm going to. So if you don't, you need to stop the massages now." He stated leaving no room for. She had never counted on this and part of her mind wanted to say stop, but her pussy wanted something in it in a way Missy had never felt. The urgent demands of her body overruled her mind and she gripped bed sheet tightly in anticipation of it hurting. ‘Relax, I’ll go easy,’ Sandy cooed. Missy nodded her head and took a deep breath as the big girl pressed forward slowly with her hips and Missy felt the head slip into her. It was very wide and Sandy slowed her forward progress. Missy felt the.