Our conversations during breaks were relaxed and open. She told me about her strict upbringing, about only dating her last year in High School, and he... struggle to keep up her grades. I told her about my deprived rich kid life, and how I stopped dating after overhearing an ex-girlfriend say that she was only going out with me in the hopes of getting expensive gifts. She didn't like me, at all, she just liked my money.Sharon finally let me take her to dinner, but only to dinner, a couple of. Not ready for this rough tactic my hands grabbed around her waist. “Come darling you can take it” she grunted as she began to thrust her legs in an upward motion. I could sense her solid legs and thighs were toned from working out and ready for some strenuous ‘exercise’. Quickly but adeptly she began to jackhammer my mouth with her cock. Squeezing her waist I moved my hands to her tight ass and held on. I opened my mouth as much as I possibly could and held on for the rough throat fucking I. Then I started to sit down. He shook his head and I knew that he wanted me wet again. As much as I hated the idea of the way I was going to look when I got out of the pool, I have to admit that it would be nice to cool off and soak for a few minutes. I didn't have time to shower after those boys were finished with me. I was sticky with sweat and their cum was beginning to drain out of me.There were a lot more people in and around the pool now. Most of the lounge chairs were in use. I attracted. As Roger withdrew his fingers from Doug’s hole, Doug drew his knees up a little, raising his arse. Hands shaking with excitement, Roger tugged Doug’s muscular buttocks apart with both hands, lowering himself over him until his knob was pressed against the other man’s hole. He pushed forward; his knob lodged firmly in the puckered concave of Doug’s arse, but as he applied more pressure, his knob suddenly slipped away from its target, sliding up the crack of Doug’s buttocks. Raising his hips, he.