"Get your fucking fingers out of my wife, asshole!" Louis was just chuckling as he helped his son to his feet. "Take her in the house, Ger...c'mon, ou... of the sun -- now."A few minutes later, Suzanne was starting to regain awareness as cool water refreshed and rehydrated her round, sexy body. She was surprised to find herself in her bathtub, but delighted to feel the relief as the water rose higher. Looking around she saw the concern in her husband's eyes and the relief in her father-in-law's. Suck me, suck me.”I worked on the solid shaft, caressing it, sucking it, and licking it from the base to tip, tasting the oozing salty pre-cum. I relished the feel of his foreskin on my tongue as it slipped and slid over his glans.After several minutes, his breathing became more ragged and I felt him stiffen and knew he was on the edge. His thighs trembled as jets of hot juicy sperm hit the back of my throat and coated my tongue. I swallowed and kept swallowing and sucking until he‘d pumped out. Then quickly changing direction, “I’ve got to tinkle. Can I bring you back another beer?” she sweetly asked.“Sounds good,” Dave replied.As Charlene got up, she asked Tommy and Blake, “You guys ready for another one, too?” Blake, looking at his empty bottle, turned thumbs up. “You too, Tommy?” Charlene prompted but Tommy was in another world, staring at her nearly exposed tits.Blake picked up the bottle in front of Tommy, saw that it was close to empty, and said, “Yeah, bring him one. Genes and a love of track and field were giving the material a major work out. At a glance, the seams of her underwear were easy to see and maybe a print, too, through the spandex. Hell, a passerby could have seen the outline of her crotch molded into the apple-skin tight material. Leggings are not clothes. I had only had one rule when gym clothes became common and popular, when my wife and daughter started filling their closets with stuff from Lululemon: Leggings are not clothes..