<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/>Gray's taut abdominals rippled against Spencer's hand as she stroked below his chest, his diaphragm vibrating in a pleasant growl. Below the waterline his hardness stood straight out from his hips, a long, dark, hard torpedo barely concealed by the shimmering surface of the pool, pulsing at the touch and closeness of the two women.<br/><br/>As the blonde turned and pressed towards him Gray's arm tightened around her shoulder, pulling her in until those pert breasts where squeezed against his well-developed pectorals. He hummed throatily in approval, his fingers cupping the back of her neck and tilting her head back for a quick kiss, his wicked lips dashed against hers and tongue darting into her mouth to tangle with Spencer's for a moment – their piercings striking each other with a tiny<em>ting!</em><br/><br/>He lifted his head after a sweet moment, and watched with delight as Spencer propositioned Amy. Gray was unable to silence a groan of approval at the idea. He glanced above their heads at Marc, giving him a<em>Jackpot!</em>grin.