Do you know if the girls are coming over?” “They haven’t said anything to me about it,” I replied. “Besides, even if they do, we can hear them drive up in time to get inside. Just as well get with it.” With that, we shucked our clothes and began the task. I handled the frame, turning it so Don could blast the dirt away while he handled the equipment. We had gotten near the end of the task when Don looked at me with a startled expression. “Ron, we are being watched. Don’t look toward the kitchen, but Cindy and Crissy are peeking around the sides of the window. I caught a glimpse of something moving so looked up for just a second and saw one of them jerk back out of sight, but I am sure they are watching us. What do you think we should do?” “Well,” I answered while avoiding anything that would let them know we were aware of them, “I think we should just go about what we are doing, but perhaps give them a little more show than we have. Let’s make sure we are turned so they can get a good look.” “That’s fine for you to say,” Don answered, “But you haven’t got a boner popping up like I do.” As he said that, I glanced and sure enough, he was about half-staff and rising. Then I realized that very soon I would be joining him as I felt my own cock rising to the occasion. “Well, they are the ones looking, and we are working, so let’s just keep on and see how it turns out. Besides, we are not quite finished and we need to get this done.” I turned the frame and Don finished blasting years of grime away. By now the cold water splashing on us kept our cocks from full engorgement, but still they were standing up fairly well, certainly not hanging loose. After Don turned off the pressure washer, we carried the parts back into the work shop and rolled up the hose. We stood about profile to the kitchen window but not looking directly at it. Still, I was able to catch enough movement to know they were still watching us. Shortly, we were both sporting full-on ball-aching erections. Slowly we turned and went into the shop, Ethnic Porn gathered up our clothes but before putting them on, Don came up with a suggestion. “Hey Ron, why don’t we hit the outside pool shower and take a swim, we’ll act like we don’t know they are watching, maybe something will develop.” Don and I dropped the clothes and walked out of the shop area and over to Indian Sex the pool shower for a quick rinse then dove into the indian pool and started swimming laps. With us both on the swim team, we were good swimmers and it was a natural thing to do. I kept checking the kitchen window to see if the girls were still watching. Sure enough when I glanced toward the window, I could see one of them move out of view. With the vigorous exercise and the cool water, our boners reduced to a respectable size Indian Porn but still not completely soft. “What next?” I said to Don as we took a breather. “Not sure,” he responded, “I was hoping they would come out after we got in the pool but I don’t see any sign of them except at the kitchen window. You got any suggestions?” About that time, I saw the patio door slide open and the girls stepped Exotic Girl outside. “How’s the water?” Cindy asked. “Great,” I replied, “why don’t you join us?” “We’d like to but we didn’t bring our swim suits,” replied Crissy. “Well as you both know very well, we didn’t bring our swim trunks either,” replied Don with a big smile. “You can just use the same suits as we are using,” he taunted. Cindy and Crissy looked at each other for several seconds then shyly nodded. They stepped into the area by the pool equipment shed where they were out of our sight. After several moments we could see them poking their heads around the corner as if trying to decide how to make the trip from their secluded area to the open area of the pool and the fifteen-foot open area between. All at once they drew back for a couple of seconds, then holding hands the ran across the pool deck and dived into the water and swam away from us. Simultaneously Don and I turned and began to swim after them. Both girls were swimming the traditional crawl stroke so all we could see was glimpses of their cute little asses just above the water line. Anhur - God of war and the sky bearer - Full brother of Bast and Sekhmet She reached down and took hold of her wine glass. I didn't want this to continue, but there was “English?” She was only in her old raggedy house coat so I dropped my pants, bent Ethnic Porn her over the kitchen counter, flip up the house indian coat and sunk my dick into her. 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