That made them wonder if he was infected with something, so they didn’t bother trying to disarm the suicide vest (they thought they might catch what...he had). Instead they carefully put him into a body bag, then into a huge steel bomb transport container and even put their bomb disposal uniforms in the container and finally hauled the container to a vacant field. We entered a nearby vacant building then they cleared the area and detonated the suicide vest. I was glad we were in a vacant building. " The descriptions were always more poetic than explicit. I threw the book down and skipped to the patio door to go in and get a cold drink.Just as I stepped inside I saw Uncle Mike with his eyes closed and his fist pumping furiously up and down the shaft of his cock. He must have been watching me through the window while I'd been pinching and rubbing myself. Needless to say I was a bit surprised and let out an involuntary startled whimper. His eyes flew open and he immediately tried to stuff. "I like that idea," George offered.With the dishes done, we each grabbed some more coffee and slipped into the pool. For the next half hour, we floated and swam. Every muscle in my body was completely relaxed as I floated on my back near the deep end. Kelly was on a raft, and George was in an inner tube. As I eyed them up in their sleepy state, I began to harden from my nasty thoughts.I decided on a stealth exploratory mission to see if George's pucker was exposed underwater. I quietly slipped. We made love every night and during the day too whenever the mood took us, we couldn't look at each other without getting horny. Mind you she certainly encouraged it by wearing short skirts around the house all the time and even shorter ones when we went out in the evenings.We had a lot of fun finishing off the attic bedroom especially as Jenny always insisted on going up the ladder ahead of me.She was a natural flirt and an exhibitionist, two qualities I love in a woman, I get quite a thrill.