To my left next to Mark lived Clark and his wife Patty. Patty and I had become good friends. We had no choice due to our husbands being fishing addict.... I did enjoy hanging out and talking with her. She had dirt on everyone in the neighborhood and she liked sharing it with me. In fact, most of my sexual fantasies were based on all her gossip.As I stood looking out my window Mark’s door open and he stepped out with a cup in his hand. He was wearing light colored shorts and a t-shirt. His blond. Without thinking I ran my finger up the deep crevice. Ignoring me she went straight for the fireman’s compartment. She turned around as I walked in and gave me the same devilish look that she had given me when we were k**s that always resulted in me getting in trouble for listening to her. She cooed, ‘Mark, come over and ring the bell. After all you did fuck last night.’ ‘Ok s*s, I guess I can if it will make you happy.’ Looking around I was ecstatic that there was no one else around yet this. Her nipples are so sensitive as he twists and pulls them, his fingertips mauling her tit flesh as she can feel it bruising. She cant help but whimper in pain. The short pause in attention means that now his focus on her tits is more pain than pleasure. She cant help but think about how he must have known exactly what he was doing. She continues to shake, the cold air against her body, her aching wet cunt. As if he has read her mind, a hand moves between her legs. She does her best to spread her. Can I give your guy a kiss, please?” She asked, turning to Carol.“OK, but only a kiss,” Carol replied.Sandy walked towards me and I put my hands on her waist, turned my head and we made lip contact. My god, this girl can kiss – maybe better than Carol. Our mouths parted, and our tongues got very busy quickly.I had gotten hard when she asked if she could kiss me, so we were pressing up against each other, kissing each other like nobody’s business, when I heard an ‘ahem’, suddenly remembering.