It was pretty darn arousing to see just a handjob." Are you trying to find out who this mystery woman is, thinking maybe she would polish your knob, M...chael?" Hell no, baby. I have you for that. You're the best knob polisher I've ever had." Hmm, thank you, I guess," She said as she smiled shaking her head. "Hey, I have to get going. Tee time is in thirty minutes." Ok, honey, have a great time."I kissed my wife and headed out to the garage. As I backed out I saw Charlie and Connie still. The moonlight shined down on us and created a sparkle over the top of the pool water. We were all so relaxed sitting by each other. I began to massage her tits and play with her nipples. Anthony definitely didn't waste any time and started rubbing on her tits too. I reached under the water and began to penetrate her with my finger, rubbing her clit. About that time, I felt Anthony's hand move down to touch her. I removed my hand, giving his access to her cunt. As he was fingering her, I raised. “They’re not going to stop,” she muttered to herself in a half terrified and half excited voice. No matter how much she had begged them to break her, she had not realized they would keep going afterward. “No,” she whispered half heartedly as she felt the tip of his cock against her still wet cunt.When he shoved in, she arched her back and rolled her head around on the sheets. She was caught off guard when Paul grabbed her head and pulled it over the edge of the bed. She was suddenly. Guilty voyeur? Mischievous? But definitely excited. She took a nervous deep breath exhaling slowly. Looking over her shoulder to ensure she was alone. Skimming the images top to bottom, left to right allowed Chloe to share, indulge even, the previous evenings passions. The top left photo was Lana dressed in a long sleeved black blazer dress. Somewhat high above the knee for Lana’s 40 plus years but perhaps just for the private occasion. Yes, she could pull it off. She appeared less demure than.