Jeff Somers appeared, wheeling his chair round the hedge. He was carrying a tray on his lap with two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice on it. ...��Oh Camille,’ he said. ‘This is Carl. Carl — my wife. Would you like some juice too, Carl? I’ll call for another glass.’ The perfectly pouted lips parted. ‘Carl may have my juice,’ she said. The perfect fucking job! Surely, surely that was the real reason they took on a student every summer who didn’t actually have to clean the pool. The. Her breath was coming in spurts from her nostrils and I felt it warm and urgent on my abdomen.I moved my knees forward so that I could push my cock in a different angle. It felt great so I put the base on my left hand on her lower abdomen and applied some pressure, as the fingers of that hand worked her clit. Three fingers of my other hand were still moving frantically inside her juicy cunt and a fourth finger was trying to join them. I felt so naughty fucking her passive mouth and moved my. Dan moved one of his hands away from Molly’s back and caressed her hair again, running his fingers through its thickness. He combed it lightly, and Molly thought that she had never felt anything so sensual. She swayed softly against his body, feeling a small bulge in his pants against her hip. That made her smile, and she kissed him again on the neck, lingeringly, sucking a little bit and flicking his hot skin with her tongue. The music stopped, but Molly didn’t even notice. She tried to move. "How about if I spank your weakling husband andyou spank mine?"Denise let out a barking laugh. "That's genius. Let's do it. Andbefore the guys get back, let's do something else."When Kurt and Walt returned, new drinks in hand, they were greeted by thesight of their wives stripped down to bras and panties. The poorsissies, who were after all straight, were feasting their eyes on theirunclad brides, even though access to those desirable forms was denied tothem. The guys went to their sexily.