How could things get any better?Jeanne led Harold into the bathroom and started running the water to prepare for a shower. As they both entered the s...ower she could not help but notice that Harold still had an erection. She could hardly believe it, he might not have any control but there was no denying that he had plenty of staying power for at least tonight. He could not stop staring at Jeanne; as far as Harold was concerned he would never see or be with another woman like this one. He did. Only time will tell what they are discussing. While they are talking it is leaving Simon and I alone with Ciera. Ciera is a nice girl. She turned sixteen this year too and had been peppering me with questions about the party and if I feel any different being an ‘adult.’ She seems to know that Simon and I are closer than we should be and doesn’t mind if we hold hands or snuggle on the couch. I like her. She left the room once and came back to see us kissing and asked if she should leave again.. His long strokes became quick jerks, as he shot his semen into her cunt. I watched him kept pumping my wife full of his seed.I hurriedly went to the men's room where I washed my face.When I returned to our table, Samuel was sitting there with a sly smileon his face. He told me that Ana had been gone to the ladies room.When my wife returned, I noticed she had taken many, many margaritas and she was fuzzy. Then she told me she wanted to go back to our room. In the taxi Anita passed out and I had. He can tell she’s confused by the look on her face. “It’s at the top, the small bump that’s the most sensitive.” Her hand tries to find it.“This might be easier without my shorts,” she whispers, and Mat is guilty when his dick begins to get hard.“You’re probably right,” he says, though that’s all he says. After a moment of debate, Abby hooks her thumbs in her waistband and slips off her cotton bottoms. Now she's in nothing but her tight gray t-shirt and pink bikini underwear. Mat swallows.