I laugh heartily. I’ve heard the joke many times before; but laughing is good when you’ve just come.There is a knock at the door. “Oh fuck,” I...mutter to myself. But I call out: “Who is it?”“Apollon,” comes the leading tenor’s voice from behind the door.“Can it wait till later?” I call out, grimacing to Lucy, then sticking my middle finger up towards the door and mouthing, “fucking dickhead”.“All right. Ah will come back lateur,” comes Apollon’s voice, in his ridiculous French accent.Lucy. Our reservation is for 8 o'clock."Gavin held the rear car door for me and assisted me to sit. As the menwent around to the other side of the car to enter, Isabel giggled."Isn't that just the sweetest feeling when they do that for us?" I hadto admit that I enjoyed the sensation.As we walked to our table at the restaurant I noticed how many menlooked only at the legs or the breasts on me and Isabel. I felt annoyedand made a mental note to ask Gavin if I did that to Wanda or if shesaw me look. Gwen stood up, too, slipping off her house robe. She had intended to surprise Cathy with the revelation that she, too, was already suited up for the beach, but the girl scarcely noticed. This was unfortunate, for Gwen Corby's figure, displayed in her own bikini, was much more attractive than her daughter had ever bothered to appreciate. Gwen, like her child, was built on a lithe, tall frame and now in her late thirties, she was truly at the prime of her life. Her chest was lusciously developed,. After a few minutes of soaking up the sights and sensations under me, I started slowly sliding my throbbing cock in and out of Christina’s sopping wet vice like pussy. After about 5 minutes of slowly fucking her, I put her legs over my shoulders and started driving my cock harder and faster into the Golden Haired Wonder Pussy. The whole time I was fucking her, Christina was cooing and moaning in a soft muted voice. With 20 minutes of fucking Christina’s pussy I could feel the pressure building.