Rachael grinned as she slid off the back of Andrew’s legs and sat beside him on his lounger.  “You can roll over,” she told him.  She was eager to run her hands over the muscular chest and washboard abs she had secretly admired earlier.  As she waited for him to flip over, she closed her eyes, imagining her hand sliding down the front of his swim trunks and finding his large, thick cock awake and fully erect.  Rachael grinned to herself and shook her head, trying to clear her mind of such naughty images.