Afternoon in the Pool-5

He moved his hand from between my thighs and slipped one of the shoulder straps of my bathers down my arm, I removed my hand from his cock just long enough for me to be able to lift my arm out and then he did the same to the other one. The water was now only just above my waist and John slowly peeled my bathers down to expose my small breasts. I was a bit worried at this stage in case the other two returned and caught us, but when he placed his hand on one breast, and his lips to the other, I was too far gone to care even if the Pope caught us.

His tongue was working wonders around my erect nipple as his fingers teased the other and my hand returned to the incredible, gorgeous feel of his rampant shaft.

As I worked for my hand against him his hips were jerking and thrusting back and forth between my thighs. I simply had to feel him in my hands or I would die. As he knelt there, I slipped both my thumbs in his waistband and started to work his shorts down over his hips. When John felt what I was doing, he took his lips from my nipple and knelt upright on the step. He had to put his hand down the front of his shorts and work his cock out as it was catching up in the waistband as I tried to pull them down.