The advert had an illustration of an upmarket swimming-pool scene; attractive people in swimwear lounging by the poolside; a steward serving drinks an... so forth. I idly imagined Rachel and I among those people at the poolside ... It was like a nickel dropping into the Jukebox ... and the tune began playing.What a lovely way for a mother to share her daughter’s last day of childhood I thought; and later, even Robert thought so too; although unfortunately he would be unable to join us, as he had. Number 22 was the third house on the right. A brick fronted rambling ranch with a one car garage on the extreme left of the house. The paved drive way ended at the garage but there also was an eight foot wide ribbon of asphalt winding it's way around the left side of the garage and into the backyard.Since Lynn had specified going in the back way I trudged up the drive. The driveway opened up to a large back yard. There was an enormous garage with one large door in the front. Large enough for a. At the place I was standing one of the tracks was overgrown, so I followed it for about 50 meters. There I found a nice secluded patch out of view from the main pathway. Somebody had made a camp site some time ago and it had a few logs to sit on.I undressed completely apart from my sneakers. I was naked with my cock as hard as it could be and damp from the pre-cum that had already found its way from my one eyed trouser snake. I began to gently stroke my cock up and down feeling the skin slide. I felt Johns hands sliding up and over my back, cupping my ass checks, and pushing on my rose bud. Mel had left my front and leaned over my back and was kissing John while he rubbed me all over.Mel then grabbed my hips and righted me on to the bed and pushed me down onto my front. He placed his body on mine and slowly started to move his cock up and down my slit and rubbing my bred hole. It felt beyond amazing. I shut my eyes, smiled, and just let him do what he wanted.I felt a pair of hands.