“See, like, I told ya he’d totally stare at our tits… giggle” Tabitha half whispered in to Samantha, her best friends, ear.
“I don’t know…” Samantha replied just as quietly and narrowed her gaze at the man standing a few feet away from them, who could obviously hear them both.
A devilish smile crossed Samantha’s lips, “Let’s find out for sure…” she continued in the same voice as she pushed her tits out and shook them from side to side.
The man’s eyes darted from side to side as he watched Samantha’s tits, hardly constrained by her mauve bikini, jiggle and sway.
A shocked looked came over Tabitha’s face as he jaw almost dropped to the floor, “Like, that’s not fair!” she replied, her voice no longer a whisper and her hands diving for her bikini top. She quickly pulled it to the sides, exposing her tits, and tweaking her nipples as she let out a moan.
Samantha didn’t pout, instead she just dropped to her knees and fished the man’s dick from his swimsuit and took it into her mouth before Tabitha realized what was happening.
For his part, the man reached out and grabbed the back of Tabitha’s head and pulled her over to him, their lips locking as their tongues probed each other’s mouths.
None of the three of them even noticed the orgy of bodies dotted around the poll in similar situations, or the man lounging under the cabana with half a dozen impossibly beautiful women surrounding him.
Or for that matter that until just a few minutes ago Tabitha and Samantha had been middle aged housewives.
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