Kyle was also a hit with the lads, tall, olive complexion with a gym-toned physique. No doubt each of the guys were sizing up each other and wondering...what might be under each of their shorts.We agreed to leave the pub around a half hour later as the guys had a drink or two under their belts. The last member to join us was Johnny – he was too shy to meet us in the pub so he met us in the street up the road from the pub. Being twenty-five, he was the youngest member of the group, Johnny was very. .. seen nothing... somehow forgive her, forget it ever happened... !That, Mark would painfully have done, convinced that rationality with diplomacy, preposterous as it seemed under the loathsome circumstances, was the only immediate, discreet move for all concerned... He started to back off, then caught himself short when all of a sudden Jean began to shamelessly slither her voluptuous curves up over Carol's openly receptive body, the brunette's arms encircling his wife's neck as their full,. She weighed almost nothing in my strong arms. I carried her to the living room, and laid her gently on the couch. I slid down between her legs, and kissed her pussy through the leggings. She moaned aloud, like a bitch in heat that can’t control herself. I reached forward, grabbed the gossamer fabric with both hands, and I tore the crotch. It split from almost the waistband, all the way down to the top of her ass crack. She just had one strip of dark blonde hair that stopped just above her. My father broke the silence and said, "Let's sixty nine." Berniereversed himself and lay on his side with his back to me, his cock enteringmy father's mouth. Heads and asses responded to the in-and-out movementsof each. I had a clear view of my father's cock gliding in and out ofBernie's mouth. Bernie's hands were not idle during this time. He cuppedand massaged my father's balls, frequently taking time to let his tongueroam the crevices of his groin, his balls and his asshole. They weren'tlong.