The boys screwed the girls, and the men fucked their women. The fact that the girls' brothers were within arm's reach, meant only additional pleasure....The fact that the husbands of the women were brushing their hips, as they fucked, against the other woman, only meant sharper thrills to all concerned.It was hypnotic, Regina thought, to watch the other pricks sliding into the lovely cunts, seeing their oily, polished shafts move within the jealous gripping of stretched and feverish labia. Their. "I don't think I'll ever want to shower alone again," and she began to hump against Karen's hand.Soon I finished washing Paula's stomach and reaching around I slap Paula gently on her bum. "Okay girls," I say with a giggle, "time to turn side-on. That is if you want your sexy arse washed, Paula."She giggles in return. "Ooh do I ever," and she moves taking Karen, who never releases her grip on her pussy for one second, with her.I can't help but smile. There is doubt at all in my mind that Paula. Gonna have to earn it though.' Her body tensed but I pinned her, let my cock brush the rim of her damp pussy; she wriggled and pushed up, managed to get half an inch into her but I pulled back. Cruel Doug.'Don't be mean, ' she muttered, and tried to push up again. I held her down.'One inch for each thing you know about me, girl, and no guessin'.' I tried to sound stern but she giggled and relaxed.'Hell, first thing is, you're a lot of fun. Never known a guy make me laugh so easy.' Aw shucks. I. His eyes flicked along the bar looking for a likely mark, someone who fit the 'type' perfectly. It was the only way to make it work.He sighed in frustration. It was nearing midnight and he hadn't found the right kind of poor sap yet.He wanted it. Fuck. He needed it. The thrill. The rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a high that lasted almost all week. Sweet, precious time he savored and.