Rekha told I want to see smith fucking you very badly and even I also wanted the same to get fucked by smith very badly.After 69 smith again pulled me...and kissed me.Now it was Rekha’s turn to get fucked and she got into doggy position and I took smiths cock spat on it and placed it at the entrance of Rekha’s ass and smith began his front and back motion. At first, he was slow and later he increased his speed to which bed was also moving according to smiths strokes.While fucking Rekha’s ass. “Hi, my name’s Tom. I saw that your beer was nearly empty so I hope you will take that one.”With that I put the beer in front of her. She looked a bit surprised but then smiled at me.“Thank you very much, Tom. That’s kind of you. By the way, I’m Jennifer but everyone’s calling me Jenny. Please have a seat.”“Hi Jenny, it’s nice to meet you.” We shook hands and I sat right next to her.We talked about this and that and Jenny told me that she was new in town because of her job, she was an estate. I wasn’t the only one, I saw several male’s heads turn her way, one was so enamored of staring at her that his girlfriend punched him hard on the arm, to get his attention back on her.With that kind of eye candy to feast on, it made me think of the road warning signs, SLOW, CURVES AHEAD. If I was lucky enough to be between those curves, I would definitely take my time.After a couple of hours, we took Dianne home. On the way back to our house, Jane told me to take the road that leads. I didn't know how those young men could play basketball in this scorching weather. Their bodies glistened in the sun. Finally, I felt the coolness in the air coming from my dash vents.I rolled my windows up and sat there watching the boys playing. ”Son of a bitch,” I said out loud. There was Bobby. No shirt, playing ball. I shook my head in frustration. I put my car in drive and rolled over to the court. ”Bobby,” I called.His head snapped around, and he jogged over to my window. “Hey Mrs..