It only took a few seconds for me to get into a nice rhythm and I worked his penis with my mouth, tongue, and hands. Jon was moaning and I was making...the soft whimpering sounds I made when I gave a blow job. I liked hearing his moans. Hearing a man make masculine moans of pleasure was a turn on for me. Jon let go of my head, reached down, and started fondling my breasts and playing with my nipples. I gave a louder muffled moan of pleasure as he pinched my nipples. I could feel my pussy. They had downed on-the-rocks or blended alcoholic or fruity beverages, flirted with the resort's workers, flirted with the other seniors who were there with their families, partied it up like mad in town, and then spent the entire day after sunbathing and sleeping with huge Emma Spade, Gucci or Chanel sunglasses on. She needed a taste of the real world.Jen and Brad are debating getting back together, she was always the one to skim and tell them whatever important things were happening, she was. I moan a little before she thrusts her mouth on it and sucks like it will the last thing she tastes. Her tongue caresses the head as she sucks licking up any pre-cum that comes out. I reach over and stick my hand under her dress to find she is wet. I feel her lips that are slick with her juices. I stick a finger in and feels her clit. She moans a sigh of relief on my cock. I play with her clit while she moves her head up and down on my cock. I finally can't take it anymore and shoot my semen. She was crying and being comforted by the women. The children were playing with her sister and brother as I walked in. They were showing my kids how to work the game systems. On the big sixty inch TV, four cars were going around and crashing into each other."Amber, Arthur, and Mary Hyatt, can you come to the garage please?" I asked."Now?" Arthur asked."Yes, please," I said as I left the room.Going back to the garage, I saw Mike bringing in the chests from the jollyboat. Looking around I didn't.