<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/>This must be what they called an embarrassment of riches.<br/><br/>Gray's eyes gleamed like silver in the twilight as he surveyed the diverse but equally enticing beauties. Spencer, taller, tanner, blonde, Southern and shameless; Amy, petite, buxom, ravenette, Canadian and modest. Two great tastes that tasted great together. “Blood hell,” he murmured fervently, glancing down as Spencer's panties landed near his shoe, then raising his eyes and ravish her shapely frame as she stalked into the water. His gaze then turned to Amy, silently appreciating her big round... eyes... and other features that seemed to fight against her attempts to conceal them.<br/><br/>He chuckled at Marc's comment and began to undress himself as the other man dropped his robe. He was still topless, so just untucked his shirt from his belt and dropped it, before hopping frantically from foot to foot, pulling off his cross-trainers and socks. With them discarded he bent over, shoving his pants and underwear to the ground with an easy motion and hopping out, bare-arse naked – and not for the first time, judging by the lack of tanlines on his athletic frame. He was maybe an inch shorter than Marc and their muscles stretched and moved differently on their frame, two diverse portraits of manhood.<br/><br/>As the other man dived in Gray stalked around to the stairs and prowled down behind the girls, admiring their golden-brown and black-and-white rear view profiles respectively. He walked between them, tracing strong fingers down each of their arms before taking their hands. “Come on in, girls, the water's fine... and so are you,” he grinned, stepping down into the refreshingly cool water and leading them after him.