Anna broke the lip lock with Violet and trailed her tongue along Roz’ neck, stopping at the earlobe and nibbling it briefly. Violet’s hand touched Roz’ breast and squeezed. Roz let her hands roam freely between both Anna’s and Violet’s breasts and cupped and massaged and stroked them more frantically as the seconds ticked away. Anna kissed her, her moist tongue dancing inside Roz’ mouth.
“The pool was a good warm-up,” Violet groaned, “time to get serious.” She placed her hand on top of Roz’ and gently yanked at it, leading her out of the pool. Roz gave Anna’s n****e one final pinch and dragged her out by the wrist. It was the first time Roz saw Violet completely naked and the vision of her standing next to her own naked wife, ready for a night filled with pleasure she couldn’t yet imagine
