Eventually they asked us to leave the park and we retreated back to our car in the parking lot. We were nearly the only car left in the whole lot. T...e rain was coming down more steadily and my wife had gotten pretty soaked while posing for photos. I opened up the trunk of my car where I had a towel that she could use to dry off a bit.We looked around and didn't see anyone else walking to their cars, so I started helping her peel her wet clothes off of her. The dress was the toughest, as it. ” She was leading Eric into the living room, and he was playfully groping her ass as I returned with their drinks and followed them to the couch. Eric casually flopped on the couch, and I couldn’t help but notice the huge tent in his loose nylon gym shorts as Sandra took the drinks from me firmly ordering, “Go sit in your chair, Hubby, I’ll be right there.”My chair sits kitty-corner to the couch, about eight feet away, and I took my front row seat as she handed Eric his beer and they both took. His underpants still on, removing his jacket, tie and shirt. He waited, for what seemed an eternity. The escort, the hooker, the prostitute, he wasn't exactly sure what to call them, appeared. No doubt from their previous escapade, he thought to himself. With gorgeous breasts, the pretty brunette smiled before lying beside him and touching his leg. Kissing his cheek she moved closer. He was somewhat nervous though he appeared not to be. Fondling within his pants she reached for his cock his. After good 10 minutes, Laski slowed down and asked the sweet bitch boy, should he take him from the front like the women or maybe he should be spun on his stomach and fucked brutally and slap his jiggly ass buns as well.Now Laski was taking breaks little more frequently, waiting for Gifford to start the reverse thrusts until Laski’s sex fluids boiled out. Gifford’s ankles open up from around Laski’s back and he twists himself around while pleading that Laski had every right to fuck his ass any.