Dressed in holiday style Part 2

“Hello lover,” she said in her husky voice, “Are you ready to play?”
“Wow,” I said. “You look good enough to eat.”
“And you shall,” she said laughing. Behind her, Dean called out from the lavatory.
“Is he here?”
“Yes, and he looks yummy,” Sandy said. “Much better than those pics he sent.”
Dean came out of the lavatory drying his hands and extended his right one to shake hands.
“Great to finally meet you!” he said. “We’ve both been looking forward to this for a long time.” He reached down and played with the hard package that was bulging through his chino trousers. Dean was slender, slightly balding, with piercing blue eyes and stood about 6’.

“I took the liberty of ordering from room service…are you hungry?” he asked gesturing towards a small table filled with food.
“Starved,” I said. Which was true in more ways than one. I tend to forget about eating while I’m shooting.
We ate like ravenous wolves, with Sandy’s stockinged foot rubbing up and down my leg and into my crotch as we fueled up. I leaned over and raped her juicy mouth toward the end of the meal and instinctively slide a hand into her robe, found one of those perfect nipples and it sprang to life under my touch.
“Wait,” Dean said. “Let me get the camcorder.” He went to a suitcase an pulled out a little cancorder and began to record Sandy and I and we kissed and I played with her titties. Soon I was sucking on them, pulling her robe off and the dress top down, my fingers finding my way to her wet, hot slit as I sucked her nipples and neck.
I really don’t remember how we got to the bed, but I do remember Sandy feverishly pulling of my shirt and pulling down my pants.
“Oh my,” Dean said, zooming in on my hard cock that was straining the fabric of the pink-trimmed, black lace panties and oozing pre-cum.
“Nice,” he said.
Sandy shot him a look.