<div class="floatright">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7171/6733695057_d8862d839a_m.jpg)</div><strong>Gray</strong><br/><strong>Location: The pool</strong><br/><strong>Tags: Gray, Spencer, Marc, Amy</strong><br/><br/>Through the water Gray could see Marc's hand approaching Amy's sex, caressing her nether lips even more daringly than he'd teased Spencer's, and he admired the man's forwardness. He released Amy's hand after guiding it to the blonde's body, giving her just a  caress around the wrist before letting her explore on her own. His fingers pushed back into Spencer's flesh, and he pulled his lips back in a snarling grin, brushing his teeth along her jugular vein teasingly.<br/><br/>Gray watched Amy's pale fingers explore Spencer's breast, and groaned. “That<em>does</em>look like fun...” he chuckled, moving his hand to the other mound. Gray's fingers splayed over it from below, lifting the lush C-cup and moulding it into a peak, which he traced his touch along like a flautist testing an instrument. Gray lightly pinched and tweaked the perky nub of the nipple, and arched his hips to grind his cock even harder against Spencer's round ass, his hips slapping into her rear despite the cushioning effects of the water.