Bumfelt slipped a finger inside and she groaned. Her hot breath coming in gasps. “Take them off,” whispered Bumfelt, taking his hands back to Ro...anne’s face. His tongue probing her mouth. Warm. Wet and eager.Roxanne pulled down the panties, damp and sticky, her sex juices permeating the silk. Bumfelt leant back. His eyes burning into hers with fevered desire. Roxanne lifted her right foot to remove the panties. Bumfelt saw the neat strip of pubic hair and her already swollen lips. He. Play his game. Mine will come.So I hit the bathroom, wet a wash rag and clean Ken of the assorted residue. I end up kneeling on the floor with waist bent and my torso flat between Kens legs. Kind of surprised he is not hard yet. Stacy is taunting me a bit about getting him ready for her.It did not take Ken long, not more than a few minutes of head buffing did the trick."Take that bitch from behind, this way she can't kiss you." I demand. Stacy pops her ass in the air up high. "Oh no" I say,. I nodded at the two lads as she came within earshot “What’s the go?” “They’re waiting for their girlfriends,” she said. “They liked the show too.”“Sheesh,” Greg said, “You wouldn’t have known they were watching.”“Oh they were,” she said clearly pleased that they liked it, she was enjoying being an exhibitionist.Strange though it may seem we all behaved like we were at Bondi, we sat and chatted about life, politics, the environment and football as though we did this every day.It was only when. We both knew that we were short on time, as he rubbed the head of his cock on my glistening lips and slid his long pole straight into me. I grabbed his muscular buttocks and squeezed them, pulling him deeper and harder into me with each of his thrusts. I watched his muscular abs contract and ran one of my hands down his washboard stomach. He was so smooth as his body moved and he lifted up my top to expose my breasts. His thick cock slid in me with ease and my pussy became soaked by the touch.