Lisa led the way and I couldn’t help myself from checking her out. She was still as beautiful as ever and still had an ass to die for. She was dress...d simply and casual. She had on a comfortably worn pair of faded blue jeans, a shaped but not too tight cotton T-shirt, her hair was pulled back off of her face by one of her colorful headbands I remember her buying up in Portsmouth, NH in one of her favorite craft boutiques. On her feet were her L.L. Bean duck shoes. The ones she wore gardening so. "Owwww... eee. Ahh, ahhh, ahhh!" she squealed and panted as his finger brought her to the edge of an orgasm.Misty was now climaxing, her pussy rhythmically reacting to Ray's cock, gripping it on each inward thrust, as he continued pumping away. His hot loins pressing into her firm teen buns, as she lay flattened on the carpeted cargo bed of the Porsche, her legs spread wide, as he railed her.Brandi looked over at her friend climaxing, and then looked up at Ray, a dirty grin across his face as. A lot more.He was dressed more casually than, but still managed to exude an aura of upright, scrubbed church boy. He wore a short-sleeved button-down cream shirt, tucked into jeans that—seriously!—had a crease down the front as if they’d been ironed.“Hi,” he said shyly.“Hello,” I replied. “What brings you back to the heathen’s house?”His smile faltered. “I’m sorry about that. Sorry about… well, about Edward. He wasn’t very nice there at the end.”I shrugged. “I’m a big boy. I can deal with. Anyway, while he was trying, in his own fumbling way, to chat Jean up, one of his aunts walked by. She nodded to Jean, then looked carefully at Trevor. "And who's this pretty young lady?" She asked Jean. Unfortunately for Trevor, the aunt was deaf and shouted, so everyone in the room heard her. Jean laughed and said, "He is pretty isn't she?" That brought wolf whistles and all manner of remarks from the rest of the people in the room. Trevor ran out, and from then on, he was never able to speak.