We made our way through the opulent home to the back terrace. The whole back yard, all the way to the shore, was decorated in a stunning array of ligh...s and sounds. Several party tents had been erected and housed tables that were piled high with food and drinks. To one side of the terrace, a large orchestra played.People were everywhere, talking and having a good time. The girls just stared at the sight. Randi quickly spotted a Hollywood actor she recognized, and the girls began whispering. ?You do have one sweet ass.? He sighed and pressed himself to her,cupping her breasts and grinding his cock against her nylon-clad ass.Cassie?s nipples sprang to life as Brin tweaked and molested them; shewasn?t really aroused but her body was responding to Brin?s ministrations.She bought her hands to her chest and embraced Brin?s strong arms,moulding his hands to her bosom. She turned her head and Brin lowered hisface to hers and kissed her.?Hey Brin! You?re just supposed to fuck her and. " "And you're 30," Adam said, still thumbing buttons, "So what?" Lynn finally blinked. "How did you know I was 30?" Adam shrugged and side-stepped the question. "Wasn't your birthday at the beginning of the summer?" he asked. "I don't remember you making a big deal about that. No ice cream cake in the staff lounge for you." The woman looked down and away. "No," she said quietly, her thoughts trailing, "I didn't want to make a big deal about it." "Don't worry," Adam sighed nonchalantly,. "Hard to tell," he said, "the first time it hurt a bit, but I could look up and see those big tits bouncin' in front of me eyes as her prick pounded me fundament. The second time it didn't hurt, but I couldn't watch 'er face an' her tits. What I could feel instead was a big pair of bollocks bashin' me old Biffin's Bridge when she was thrustin' her big bratwurst into me arse." What's your Biffin's Bridge?" I asked. I hadn't heard that expression before, so I was a bit intrigued by it."It's.