  &quot;You don't think it looks skimpy and kind of slutty?&quot; I evaluate myself in the mirror in the smallest red two piece I've ever seen and feel completely self-conscious. I'm not against a bikini, Jake's seen me in them plenty of times, but this is borderline indecent. Somehow, while still covering all the necessary areas it has managed to lift up and push my cleavage into something most impressive, my stomach and hips look longer and leaner when edged with the low-cut briefs which seem to sculpt my lower half too. She has put me in high heeled red sandals to complete the look and my legs look endless.
      &quot;Trust me, it suits you very much.&quot; She gushes, coming behind me and tucking my hair back from my face before applying a little bronzer to my cheeks and between my breasts. &quot;You have gorgeous body … You work out? I think you should keep it, suits you much more.

  &quot;Is that good, baby?&quot; He growls into my ear, breathless and hot. His voice doing as much to me as his hands and I tremble under his power.
      &quot;Uh, mmmmm huh.&quot; I moan, equally breathless as he slowly tortures me with his fingers, his other hand skillfully teasing my nipple. I'm so wet I can feel it throbbing and sliding effortlessly. My hands braced on the building, which is scratching slightly under my smooth palms, unable to do anything except surrender to him with legs wide apart. His hard body molded to mine while those wicked hands pleasure me deeply.
      &quot;You want to cum like this?&quot; He pushes against me again, showing me how turned on he is. His strong naked torso against my own naked skin, that in itself causing a wave of sensation. I'm so lost to him it's pathetic.
      &quot;Mmmm, hmmmmm.&quot; Is the only answer I can give, unable to talk as

  Just great!
      I like Arrick's girlfriend, I guess, she's sweet and shy and despite being maybe five years younger than me it's striking how similar we look. Both with tawny hair, highlighted to blonde in waves, both small and busty with soft gray blue eyes. I guess the Carrero brothers have a type. The only obvious difference I can see is she seems incredibly shy and mousy whereas I'm more of a silent, outwardly confident type by manufacture. She shadows me to the loungers and seems relieved to get a seat right beside me on the double bed.
      Jake and Arrick strip off across the other side of the pool, so different in build. Arrick is athletic and young with a lot of lean muscle to his frame whereas Jake is all hard ridges, muscle, and manliness. There is a lot more of him next to his smaller sibling. He throws me a look and a smile that screams 'game on' and then dives expertly

&quot;You don't think it looks skimpy and kind of slutty?&quot; I evaluate myself in the mirror in the smallest red two piece I've ever seen and feel completely self-conscious. I'm not against a bikini, Jake's seen me in them plenty of times, but this is borderline indecent. Somehow, while still covering all the necessary areas it has managed to lift up and push my cleavage into something most impressive, my stomach and hips look longer and leaner when edged with the low-cut briefs which seem to sculpt my lower half too. She has put me in high heeled red sandals to complete the look and my legs look endless.
      &quot;Trust me, it suits you very much.&quot; She gushes, coming behind me and tucking my hair back from my face before applying a little bronzer to my cheeks and between my breasts. &quot;You have gorgeous body … You work out? I think you should keep it, suits you much more.&quot; Her heavily accented English is almost sensual, and I'm swayed by her purring praise.
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