I walked through the chest high water to the other three. Without anyone saying anything about it, we fell into a sort of square, with each of us at a corner. Peter and I faced each other, with the women to our sides, facing each other as well. Erika was at the deepest corner of our formation, leaving her breasts almost entirely submerged. I was fine with that, as that meant my c**k was pretty deep underwater also. Sara was on the shallowest corner of our little setup. I was cool with that too, as her t**s were almost breaking free of the surface.
And we just fell back into the conversation from earlier in the evening, chatting away about kids, jobs, Netflix, and other stuff, and sipping on our whiskey. It boggled my mind. We were all acting as if we were not naked as the day we were born
