. fuckmeat. Those guys grabbed her lower waist and pulled back real hard, leaving deep imprints, as they smacked deep and hard into her vagina. They w...uld push her legs apart further, spreading her cheeks, and bang right up the middle. My wife being in the stockade provided protection and anonymity for the guys. Since she would not know who to blame, the guys felt reckless, that they could get away with doing something to a female body that they had never even fantasized.The six in line were. The skylight was at my chin level, so I stood on a small foot stool, and peered out through the skylight, and within minutes I saw my girlfriends, sitting down at a small cafe, ordering strudel and coffee.Being naked except for my brassiere did make me feel the cold, as it wafted in the skylight and fell down to floor level, but it also helped me focus, as it felt refreshing and helped to keep me awake, so I laid my arms on the sill and laid my head on them.The noises from outside made me. " You're welcome, but we've both got to start taking this threat more seriously. That's the last time I carry anything in my hands when I'm guarding you." Oh, darn! And I was just getting used to the service!" grinned Jane.Jim grinned back and they traded cheerful banter as they both worked on supper.That night, they both went to their separate rooms, and each had trouble getting to sleep for thinking about the other. The sexual atmosphere on Sauna was very permissive because there was a real. Gramps was naked, laying on his side, back to me. I was wearing a striped rugby shirt that just partially covered the cheeks of my ass. He kept still and pretended to snore lightly. My hands glided over Gramps' strong back and chest. After a few minutes of gently rubbing his shoulders and back, my hand slid to his waist around and down to his groin.Taking a sharp intake of breath, I slid my hand over his cock and began to gently massage his large balls. Gramps' cock was rock hard. I lifted my.