“Shiiiiit!” Marcus gasped.All the guys stared, dumfounded, open-mouthed at this incredible MILF in her mid-thirties, as she bent over, giving them...all an eyeful of the red thong of her panties between her ass cheeks. She stood like that for a full minute or so, slowly wiggling her ass, looking over her shoulder at the guys and blowing them all a kiss. Finally, Izzy stood back up, grinning, and walking over toward the guys sitting on the sofa.“Now, remind me, which one of you is the groom?” Izzy. In a fraction of a second, she grabbed his crotch in the darkness. He was getting hard inside his pants, and she felt a warmth she wanted in her mouth.“If you touch me, I get to touch you,” She whispered“Better make it happy then,” He grinned.He took her to the farthest, darkest end of the garden. Some of the backup lights turned on, but Amy was turned on even more. Pushing him against a wall, she kissed his neck while arms fondled her ass like a pillow.She pressed her melons against her. ‘What?’ ‘Tell me a secret,’ she insisted. They had barely known each other for a month and now she wanted a secret from him. ‘I shoplifted science fiction novels from the bookstore when I was a teenager,’ he told her. She scoffed. ‘No, tell me a sex secret.’ Travis stiffened, his back, not his cock. Anytime someone, especially a woman, was delving in to his personal life, he became cautious. ‘I shoplifted a copy of The Story of O,’ he said with a half-grin. Sara groaned and rolled over, annoyed. He was an expat living locally. We got chatting and we told him where we were staying, very close to his villa as it turned out.We had a present evening and he invited us over for a bbq the following day. We arrived mid afternoon, the place was amazing, massive pool too. John said we could swim but unfortunately we did not bing swim ware, I said I would nip back to the room and get them. I was away for only 25 minutes and when I returned I gave Vicky one of her bikinis, she looked a bit.