It pulled tight and away from her skin. Her head is propped on the pillow. I ask her and Jeff if they each want to have a raft to float on. She has a towel wrapped half way around her, showing lots of leg and a little ass. Betsy’s right hand is firmly clenched around the shaft of my cock. This taste is similar, but different. After a few strokes, she pulls at the waist band and said, “It’s time to unwrap the next ingredient”; I help push them to the floor. Both girls have pulled the straps off or to the side during the day to remove most of the tan lines. “Are you sure?” She asks. Her mouth is too busy sucking my balls to talk. As we float, well away from the boat, I get glimpses of Jeff and Betsy sitting close together. She loves a dildo or vibrator in her pussy as she sucks me off. No matter what we said, she got a bit more suggestive.
