Tom remembered the time, all those months back, that Belinda had fallen into his arms when she slipped on a rock by this very stream. He remembered Be...inda stripping off her clothes in the resort’s sauna room just after that incident and the love affair that had blossomed between them from that day to this.Tom also remembered the great sex he had had with Belinda and even her mother on their Good ol’ Family Sex nights. He could also clearly remember the very first time he exploded properly into. "You hate me...don't you Chrissy?" This is when Chuck stepped in..."Tiff, I don't think it's a good idea if...", which was when Tiffany forcefully made it clear. "Shut the fuck up Chuck...I want to hear it from HER". Now I'm at the point where truth-telling goes hand in hand with the blood-alcohol content level. But I cut off my alcohol supply, because I know when to say when. "No Tiffany, I don't hate you" and I promptly dismissed myself and crashed back on the couch. At this point the party. It was extremely sensitive.Twenty minutes later Stacie came out of the bathroom. The butt plug tail was no longer in her ass. She was extremely thirsty so her husband handed her a rum and coke which she drank down quickly. "Ok, what's next?" She asked with a beautiful smile on her face. "Suck my cock." Terrance said lying on the bed. Stacie jumped onto the bed and crawled up between his legs. She grabbed the base of his cock and licked from his balls up to the head of his cock. Opening her. I pulled the elastic waistband down far enough to let my cock spring out into the open air. I silently began stroking it. Up, and then down, up, and then down; and as I did, there came that tingling, exciting pleasure, that I enjoyed so much. I watched myself in the large mirror above the sink in front of me; my small cock head bobbing slightly, up and down, as I held it loosely in my hand. There I was, newly married, my new and lovely bride was in the bed just outside the restroom, asleep, and.