“It’s frigging cold out there,” I balked.
“It’s above freezing. And the water’s hot,” Caryn countered. “That’s why they call it what they call it.”
I gave in. We went out. Actually, we headed out, but stopped at the sliding glass door in the living room, where my hosts began to strip down. I kept my eyes averted the whole time. Well, I tried to, but Caryn snapped her fingers in my face as if I was a dog. It made her boobs jiggle.
“Look at Calloway,” she demanded, as Cal slipped off his Special Olympics sweatshirt, and then a pair of sweatpants. I’d noticed early on he had nothing on beneath them, but seeing his jacked body and beautiful d**k all exposed got mine pumping up. When Caryn made me watch as she stripped the rest of the way, I thought it would go flaccid, but it didn’t. I’d se
