Another movement caught my eye. It was clear that our respective parents were also celebrating our union. Rachael’s father was on his knees in front...of my mother who was laid back on a couple of chairs with her left leg d****d over the back of one so that Alan could have unfettered access to her always wet pussy. She, like the rest of the female attendees, had regarded underwear as superfluous for the occasion. Mary, Rachael’s mother had already lost her blouse and her unfettered breasts swayed. "Not really," he said, "it just makes all of the local muscles contract until the pulse ends. It's a bit like flexing yourself, but stronger and involuntary." I still looked confused. "Have you seen those gadgets on late night TV ads," he tried, "where you attach electrodes to your stomach and then sit back and relax while it flexes your abs until your flab turns into a six-pack?" I nodded. "Same idea, except this one works." What? I stick it up my ass and I get washboard abs?" Now I was even. I was out of control, my climax was approaching quickly and I felt as though he knew it, felt it. Both our bodies becoming tense, with each thrust more deep sounding moans from both our lips. He looked deep in my eyes and said, “I want to fill you so badly, with every drop I have. I need you and I so want you!” As the tensions became stronger, we both knew we were both close to our climax. I opened my eyes and said to him, “Oh baby, I’m going to cum now, I want you to come with me, right now,. The rain lashed down on her nakedness. Belinda gasped as her breasts were exposed fully from the leather confines of her coat, turned upward, her long erect nipples hard and aroused. He grasped the globes of flesh in his heavy hands and squeezed until she cried out over and over again into the crashing thunder. He pulled the last button of her coat loose and pushed her over the hood of the car. He threw the hanging tails of her leather coat up and to one side to expose her wonderfully round.