For three years we studied, worked and played together. We didn’t swing or anything daft like that – there simply wasn’t any space within either...couple for anyone else to even try to squeeze into, so it never entered our minds. Each pair seemed to be formed like those ancient Egyptian stone blocks, chiselled out of living rock by hand to fit together so tightly that you couldn’t get the blade of a knife between any two of them. That was Caro and I, and I knew Jeff and Karen were possibly even. Belly shots it would be.In an instant I was lifted into the air with a man holding each limb and my hubby cradling my ass. They carried to the pool table and laid me down. Tequila, of course. I was first. It was a two ounce shot and it burned its way down my throat to my belly. I felt the alcohol hit my blood stream and my buzz rising. Next was my hubby. He really set the mood for the tribute. He dangled a lime wedge above my closed mouth. I rolled my head side to side, not in protest but to. Donald rubs and sucks Emma’s tits as she plays with him, arousing him even more. When he is fully alive and ready, he lifts Emma up to hold her. She understands immediately and wraps her legs around his waist and slides down on his prick.Being this deep in the water makes Emma almost weightless to hold, and it is easy for him to lift her up and down on his cock as they fuck. He is only worried he might fall over, but he spreads his legs apart to have a firmer stance in the muddy pond. After several slow thrust he was finally all the way inside her and she could feel his cock hitting one particular spot deep inside her that made her moan deep from within. He would pick up his pace from time to time and she could feel the beginnings of her orgasm build but then he would slow down just a bit. When his thrusts were hard and fast she would feel that now familiar building grow and she would be right on the edge of cumming but as if he was reading her mind he would then slow down.