After all that shit you put me through back while Tim was away, I’m immune to you going topless.”Suzi grinned and said, “Good,” before pulling...her panties off and tossing them in his face.Jason groaned, “Shit. I knew you were going to do that.”But then he stripped off his jockeys and threw them in her face making her laugh.At that point, the rest of us started throwing our underwear at each other, then Suzi suggested we go swimming. Nude, of course.We put our jockeys back on to make the trip to. "Good thing you had that spare swimming suit, mom," she said.Marsha gulped as she kept her eyes on Brad drying off and said, "I'm not sure Brad is going to think so in a moment, but I sure am. I'll bet you will be too." Huh? What do you mean, mom?" Cindy asked confused.Marsha looked at her and then leaned in and whispered, "I forgot why your dad wouldn't wear that speedo." Why? What's wrong with it?" Cindy asked, now a little concerned.Marsha smiled from ear to ear and whispered again, "It's. He did not even want to look at my face. Fill and go. Never even said a word. #3 was a huge man who picked me up and did me while he stood, shaking me like I was his fuck toy. This is just what I had wanted, and really did not want at the moment. All I could do was hang on to the back of his neck. I did my best to be excited. I think I really got into it for a while till he proved to be a bit too uncomfortable and rough in the way he kept dropping me on his big fat cock. He finally sat. I felt the heat of his body against my arse and back, and my shaved arse became wet with his sweat as his slick body pumped against me. My head was slumped to the floor, his red football socks in the corner of my vision as my fucking continued. It was a shameful and heady mix of intense humiliation, pain and a degree of perverse pleasure as I experienced Master use my body, slamming deep inside me.Finally, his pumping increased and I instinctively knew he was about to shoot. With horror, I.