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I am very well muscled from the years Natural tits of humping beer barrels and heavy crates about, besides the weights I liked to chuck, mostly for my arms and shoulders. In the end, the bikini won out. I felt a pleasing glow when I saw Peter’s eyes boggle as I approached, Sophie was watching him with a little smile on her face, “You look gorgeous, Angie, and your muscles, I guess you really could have carried us home,” she quipped. I was blushing again, what was it with this Hardcore girl, that she unhinged me so easily, “Leave it out,” I said, “You’re the gorgeous one, me, I’m just Iron Lady,” It was Peter’s turn to join in, “Don’t underestimate yourself, Angie, you’re totally stunning.” Now I was feeling embarrassed, “Anyone fancy a drink, it’s my round?” Sophie reached for my hand, she liked to keep doing that but by now, I didn’t mind, “It’s not a drink I fancy,” she said with a grin, “but how about we have a swim, Peter can fetch the drinks.” She now grinned at him. I could see he was about to protest but he shrugged his shoulders while Sophie pulled me after her to the pool. Straight away, I saw that she swam just as well as he did but more graceful, I’m pretty good myself, we raced the length of the pool, she somersaulted and started another length. I called on my power and easily beat her to the end, where I turned and stood to watch her catch up. She was breathing deeply when she reached me and those beautiful tits were lifting above the surface, right in front of my eyes. I only just managed to resist the urge to grab a fistful. “Bloody hell, Angie, I thought I was a good swimmer but your strength is phenomenal, you went passed me like a rocket.” Her hands went to each side of my shoulders, feeling my muscles, then they slid down my arms, she squeezed my upper arms, “Shit, they’re like steel.” I could feel the sides of her hands brushing the edge of my breasts, I knew my nipples were responding, I saw her eyes glance, “You naughty girl, Angie.” A finger very quickly flicked my front and pinged a nipple, then with a backflip, she swam away. We had a Brunette great afternoon, Sophie stuck to her cocktails, Peter was on the beer and I had a small jug of Sangria, followed by another. I think it was about sixish, when, feeling just a bit pissed, we packed up. We agreed that after showering and changing, we’d meet for dinner, my treat. Our chef is very good anyway but knowing I was eating in the restaurant and with guests, he went overboard, the steaks were perfect and with sauces to die for. Halfway through our meal, I felt a touch on my foot, I glanced at Peter but he sat totally straight-faced, concentrating on eating. Then the touch moved, I knew for sure it was his foot and he was rubbing it against mine. I didn’t move mine away, well would you? Sophie sat back, “Oh wow, that was good, thank you, Angie.” She placed her hand on my thigh and patted. But then she left it there, the heat from her hand burned into me, I almost writhed in my chair as my pussy tingled. Then she squeezed and her fingers traced along the top of my leg, “Your muscles, Angie, I can’t keep my bloody hands off, do you mind?” She whispered as she leaned closer. I think I shook my head as I grabbed up my glass of wine, with shaking hands I drained the glass in one. I felt my skirt being pulled up and then her hand moved to my knee, it was now on my bare skin, it didn’t stay where it was for long though, because soon it was moving back up to my thigh, her fingers were down between my legs. It stopped it’s upward progress just before she reached my panties, her fingers gently caressed my flesh. Now I thought that I could feel the wetness seeping out of me, my pussy was certainly coming alive. Would she touch, should I close my legs, or maybe open them wider? The waitress came to clear the plates and her hand went away. A feeling of frustration swept me, now I knew for sure that I wanted that touch. My mind was made up, it was time for action. It was karaoke that evening, I usually had to sing, the punters would insist and I wasn’t anywhere near as bad as most. What is it with karaoke that makes everyone think they can sing? Tonight I decided that I would keep myself out of the way, well, it was my night off. Peter was off chatting up a young but very pretty girl so I asked Sophie, “You wanna stay here or perhaps we could take a bottle of wine up to Fingering my solarium, it’s quite nice up there and it’s cool.” She nodded me a ‘yes’, so I went and fetched a couple of half decent bottles of wine from the bar. The solarium is above the main bar and completely surrounded by a chest high wall, it’s secluded and it’s my own private babe space where I do my sunbathing, in the nude of course. There was a table, four chairs, a couple of single sun-beds and one large double one. “Hey, this is a cool space, Angie, I like this, you can do all sorts up here and no one would ever bother you.” There she goes, holding my hand again. We chatted a while, she wanted to know where was good to visit, you know, the touristy bit and so on. I ascended upward, Brunette the curvature of the earth growing more pronounced, the blackness of the void enveloping me. I Natural tits waited in absolute darkness to hear her voice. I felt her hole relax as she waited to receive my finger, so up it went with a minimum of resistance and it was soon buried deep inside her arse. By the time that Lisa reached the babe bathroom door, she already had the top button on her jeans undone, and the zipper pulled all the way down, so that her fly was wide-open, with her white panties showing through the "V" shape at the front. I gasped and moaned, used by the futas. “FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE” Marcus announces. One by one the guys came to me and held their pool ball to Hardcore my pussy. She answered “Oh… you took my virginity!” The already erect nipples swelled under the stimulation of his tongue. "Is this making you hot?" What has he seen? "What is he going to do to me?" Julie also knew what I wanted next. I’ve never been with a black woman, so I’m not sure what to expect,” Fingering he says to me. What was I doing? I think it’s her way of not letting you go; she misses you dad; she misses you in bed.” She was suddenly aware her zipper was being pulled downwards by her horny friend, but at the same time felt his other hand inch its way into the waistband of her shorts. “I know.” Arbitrus said solemnly, “I traveled to Drastin when news of this Night Eyes reached my ears. It’s hard to believe so many years slipped by that quickly while my wife was nagging at me to leave you girls to your princess games and not disturb you. You are still the hunk I have always liked……..But, you and Amy?......