'So, so sorry, really,' Chuck said, and let go. 'Didn't want to be so rough, you were just...''I know,' her voice was tiny.She turned away form Chuck,...and assumed a sort of fetal position.Chuck's mouth was dry, and he wanted to seriously punch his own stupid face for noticing Estelle's great arse right at this moment, firm and round, and with just enough bounce to it.'That painful?' he asked.No answer.He reached out with his arm, then hesitated. Estelle didn't move or talk, and she was still. Though Bruce was driving in and out, he wasn’t moving Gayle on her new bed.Sharon’s vagina warmed and moistened as though the driving strokes were in her instead of in Gayle.She wasn’t as far along as Gayle, though. Gayle had her legs spread and braced to thrust back at Bruce. However much the man teased, and Bruce looked like he was driving for his own finish rather than teasing, when you thrust like that, the end was coming soon.And it came for both of them. Well, the ritual was half-way. ” I accepted and we worked out a plan.I showed up to their house and rang the doorbell. Monicas husband answered the door. She had told them that we were having issues with the pool at my house and that I was going to use theirs. He thought nothing of it and came out back with me. I stopped down to a tiny mini micro bikini and jumped in the pool. We chatted while he watched me swim. I told him to join me, but he said he hated the pool. I got out and laid on a lounger and watched his cock get. . As they drove John kept asking Candy where they where going and she would not tell him but kept driving.. As she was driving she headed down the back roads John was thinking what the hell is going on.. About two hours later Candy pulled up in fount of a cabin in the mountains. As Candy lead him in to the cabin John could smell the wood in the fire place burning it was such a refreshing smell. As Candy stared making supper John sat there watching her thinking how sexy she was if only John.