Finally meeting our mutual desire for CJ's hands to be on my body intensified our kissing and elicited lustful groans from us both.Time seemed to stop...as we made out in the cloaked pool recliner. CJ kissed my neck, licking and tasting my shoulder and down my chest, filling his mouth with my breasts. My teasing of CJ's cock increased from just static pressing to persuasive grinding and gliding over the full length of it. The passion and pressure on CJ's hardness pointed the way to his climax.. ” “Fair enough. That’s easy to arrange.” “Good. And I shall have some rather special instructions for Miss Judith.” “I’m not surprised,” said Quentin with a smile. Melissa had begun to move her haunches a little faster. He was beginning to wonder how long he could hold out. “As for Havers,” said Melissa. “I intend to castrate him!” “What!” Quentin half sat up, looking momentarily startled. Melissa checked the movement of her hips and then sank down. “You look surprised,” said Melissa. Quentin. I took my tank top off, put it on and looked in the mirror. It was perfect for my outfit. The black bra showing through was especially hot. Then I heard a voice behind me, “You like it? It looks good on you.” It was my host, standing there with another guy. He looked at the other guys and said help yourself. Almost immediately he was fishing through the boxes I finished with. He was another dresser in guy clothing. How much more boring can this night full of promise get? He was a skinny white. Oohhh yesss George... give it to me... give me all of your big cock," the woman panted and before the cuckolded deacon's astonished eyes, each inthrust by his partner, completed by an upward rutting tilting of his pelvis urged powerfully by his supple hips was burying his stupendous cock not balls-deep, but a mere one inch short of arsehole-deep into his wife's cunt.But worse, each outstroke of his partner's cock out-drew with it a slippery gossamer-thin inch-long sleeve of coral-pink clinging.