Oh yes here it cooooomes! . . . Aaaaaaaah!" she moaned."God woman, I can feel you cum, your flooding, you're ejaculating round my cock!" he shouted at...the top of his lungs.I could see the base of his cock imbedded into her cunt, and oozing round the sides of his shaft, her juices. He waited for the frenzy to subside. Fernando withdrew until only his knob was embedded, and then began to slowly, rhythmically, pump his cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Then I heard the telltale slap, as his. "What in the blue blazes are you doing out here looking like that?" he yelled. "Don't you see those men over there leering at you? Go inside and put on something decent dammit, I don't want you out here acting like some high priced whore!" He pointed to the house as he yelled at her."I wasn't doing anything but sitting here working on my suntan!" She retorted. "Those men haven't said one word to me or even one word that I have heard! Honestly, Walter, you need to see someone about this jealousy. “So I’ll pick you up after work next Friday and we can spend next weekend having some more fun. Wouldn’t you like that?” I gasped. “I — I don’t know…” I stammered. She chuckled. “I do. I’ll pick you up next Friday. Bodily, if necessary.” She set me down and, with a pat on my backside, sent me on my way. That was the beginning. Every Friday night after that she would be waiting for me after work in her conver- tible to. I closed my books and turned off the kitchen light. When I got to the bedroom, I found Lissa sprawled on her stomach in the middle of the bed. One lamp lit the corner of the room, shedding a soft glow. Melody had begun stroking Lissa’s head, massaging her scalp. I contemplated sketching the scene, but instead I undressed and crawled up to join them on Lissa’s other side. Melody handed me a bottle of body oil. While she continued to work on Lissa’s scalp, I warmed oil in my hands and went to.