"Why don't you drop the steaks on, Hal? I'll stay here and change too," Pris told her husband.

"All right, I'll give it a try," he agreed. "Want to come along, Jackie, and make sure I don't make a mess of it? We can get a head start on the pool, too."

"Fine with me," she said, taking the suit that Max brought in. "I'll be changed in a moment."

Pris showed her to the apartment's bedroom, where she quickly made the change. She paused a moment to admire herself in the Hudgins' mirror, knowing that the print bikini set off her dark complexion and voluptuous figure in a way Max always found exciting. And she idly wondered what effect her suit would have on Hal. She didn't especially want to excite him but she certainly didn't want him to be indifferent to her.

Max had stayed behind in the living room, and was talking to Pris about his work. He ogled Jackie in a soul-satisfying manner when she walked out of the bedroom.

"I'll go down and help Hal if I can," she told him. "See you down there in a minute?"

"Right," he agreed, caressing her full figure with his eyes. "I'd better get changed too."

He ducked into the bedroom and pulled off his clothes, raising his voice to his conversation with Priscilla all the while. For a girl, she knew a fair amount of elementary physics, and showed a more than passing interest in electric-eye sensors. Max had just stepped out of his underwear when his glance fell on a small mirror on the wall opposite the door. He realized then that he'd been undressing in full view of his hostess, whose stool was placed just right to allow her to see his reflection. More than a little embarrassed, he bent over to hide, his half-stiff prick, and quickly pulled on his trunks.

His unruly cock just wouldn't lie down properly, and finally he had to give up the effort of trying to position it so it wouldn't show as an indiscreet bulge.