His own chair was already down there, and a table with an umbrella to keep the sun off his can of beer. He seemed to be having difficulty erecting the...second chair. "Having difficulty with his erection," Fluffy muttered to herself, and blushed as her eyes were drawn yet again to Mr Devonshire's nether regions. He stood up, wiped his brow, took a swig from his beer can and attacked the chair again. This time, it worked and he placed it on the other side of the table from his own. Then he had. Iridescent blue mists receded around the soft contours of the still, nearly lifeless form of a young woman, her prominent breasts now fully exposed beneath the transparent lid of the hibernaculum, and in the coffin-like suspension-chamber next to her another soft, naked figure was being revived by the loss of stasis gasses as they were being evacuated with a slow, steady hiss. Within minutes, glazed, lifeless eyes turned liquid and animated, full of questions and beauty. Slowly regaining. “Kiss him, Bret, enjoy it, baby,” Stacy said quietly. Both men were close to climax but wanted to make the moment last. Chris held up his fucking for a moment and they simply kissed one another, exploring one another’s mouth with their tongues. In a revelation, it seemed as though Chris had some hidden desires of his own that surfaced. The moment was too much for Bret. With a hard cock up his ass and a man’s tongue in his mouth, Bret’s own dick began to erupt with a powerful orgasm. Chris. She didn’t recognize me right away and asked: “Yes, what is it?” Instead of an answer I held up my phone with the picture of her face buried in my muff. Her eyes widened. “What the hell?” she asked. “Give me that!” She reached for my phone but I quickly withdrew it out of her reach. “It’s no use,” I said. “I’ve got copies of those stored in all kinds of places.”She glared at me with narrow eyes. “What do you want?” she hissed under her breath. I smiled. “Well, I was just thinking about a.