There were a few other bathers already soaking. We made small talk with various folks and basked in the immensity of the playa. As we talked, I noticed two of the men in the pool seemed fixated on Elysa. I watched them from the side through my sunglasses, and sure enough their gaze was not subtle. But who could blame them? I'm not a jealous person, and if Elysa looked hot in her cutoff tee and short shorts, she was a goddess in that string bikini. The suit screamed a fire engine red against her deep tan skin. Its high lines and halter strap seemed to extend her already elongated limbs. Freed from their earlier denim covers, her legs softly met the twin crescent curves of her ass, a triangular gap leaving a hint of daylight between them. Her torso was anchored to her lower half by a pair of subtle dimples in her lower back and equally subtle hipbones protruding just above the red fabric. She had a flat but supple tummy with a high, deep belly button, and her top – a pair of red triangles tethered by thin red cord – carried her breasts without effort. Too small for real cleavage, her chest instead held a sinuous curve that, in the light, displayed the gravity-defying roundness of her youth. I alternated between watching these men admire her, and admiring her myself. I wasn't upset by their gaze, but I was disappointed at their presence. Elysa in that suit was irresistible. I suddenly wished we'd been alone. I'd get my wish later. After our first soak, we returned to our site to organize and get dinner started. indian I cooked up a good camp meal, and we ate by a small fire, exchanging laughs at the events of the past day's drive and wistful predictions of the coming week. The light had dwindled, and as the fire died down and the temperature dropped, we sat peacefully at the picnic table with her head nestled on my shoulder. Elysa rolled a joint, our little after-dinner ritual, and we passed it between us in familiar silence. “Hey Lys.” “Yeah Andy?” “Once it's dark,” I said between puffs, “let's get another soak in before we sleep.” “Great idea.” replied Elysa. It's a start." I pulled the covers from my side off of the bed, and enough for the night light to provide enough light to see my prize, and even with the poor visibility of the night light, it looked beautiful. I stood before my closet door, my fingertips lightly touching the panel before me, but I didn’t open the door. I put on an old, button up shirt with no bra. She was soft and enticing and he knew she was also nervous. Making a hole enough for them to slides into. I have no idea how she concentrated on her mom’s pussy with me fucking her pretty hard. I asked her if she wanted to or to just get back at her husband. Soon, he arrived at one of the higher floors of the building and approached the security desk in front of him. I pulled her zipper down and she dropped her dress. I did this about 7 times. So close.” I did, and got another load of comments, this time quite nice ones. He waited for her to give up, and then waited until the exact moment before she passed out, he was well practiced. She spins me around and bends indian me over the bar. Unforgivable, making her master wait. Ravi got a hard-on looking at it. She was just the right fit and exactly the right being. I just committed murder... like, real, no holds barred murder! I could get to enjoy that. “Show me how good you are. …