" My mother worked in the fashionindustry, about which she was somewhat cynical; the "rag trade" she calledit, but for her it paid well and was fun. S..., every so often a pile of thetrade press would be dumped on the kitchen table, mainly to be convertedinto litter for our cats.I wasn't a normal browser of these papers, but for some reason one wasfolded at the page with the ad shown on the left. For some reason, thetext caught my eye. "......and boys aged 2-10" Mum, do boys wear dresses?" Not. Not wanting to leave a telltale mess I reached back around in hamper and grabbing the satin panty I wrapped it, still slick with my last cum, around my cock to catch the coming gusher of jizz. I could tell Beth was getting close- her breathing came in fits, holding it in while she rapidly strummed her clit with one hand and squeezing her tit with the other, then gulping a few breathes and repeating the process. She blurted out stuff like “Right there!”, “Don’t stop!”, “Faster!”, etc. so I knew. Jack walked over to the bed, his cock was bobbing up and down. He pulled Joan to the edge of the bed and buried his face in her sopping cunt. He put his hands under her ass and drank her in. Joan started pinching her nipples and held Jacks head to her cunt with clamped legs. I could hear Jacks slurping and muffled groans. Joan started humping his face and started talking dirty. Suck my cunt. Smell my cunt. Ohhh, Ahhh, look at meeee. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she had another orgasm. . It was really apparent how utterly HOT both Valerie and Suzanne where in their bathing suits. Valerie had on this tiny black two-piece and her nipples were even larger when the cool night air hit them as she rose from the pool. Suzanne was wearing a one-piece suit and was in the pool when I arrived so I wasn’t able to give her a good once over. I picked up my conversation with Suzanne in the pool at the edge. Just more-or-less small talk. After about 20 minutes everyone agreed it was a little.