Justin deserved to have a good time, just as much as any other kid. So when the DJ played another hip-hop song, Justin and I threw our hands in the ai... and started to dance. To my surprise. Justin was a very good dancer. Not only was he dancing to the beat, but he knew all of the latest dances. Something that I wasn't expecting from a goofy white kid. I was really enjoying dancing with him until I bumped my back up against his crotch and felt the huge bulge in his pants. I thought to myself:. As good as this feels, you’re too tall to make this work comfortably. I push you down onto the bench and straddle you as the water pelts my back. Slowly, I let myself down onto your hard cock, enjoying you entering me a little at a time as I push down until you are all the way inside me. Oh, God, you feel amazing. You groan with pleasure as I move up and down your shaft, the friction building, the excitement growing for each of us. I love how hard you are. I love how excited I can get you. I. I grabbed her hips and pulled her ever closer to me. I made each thrust deeper and deeper. I joyfully watched her lovely breasts bounce and jump directly in front of me in all directions. I just stopped for a moment to extend the session for a few more minutes.I stopped my thrusts to look in her eyes and kiss her lips and play with her nipples with she was too restless. She rolled over me and made me sit on the bed. She sat on my thighs to ride me. In a smooth motion, she swallowed my dick in. Sara obviously had a talented tongue, digging out the semen from my wife’s womb while she caressed Greta’s labia and clit with her tongue. Within moments, Greta had started licking more of Sara’s fluid off of my chin and cheeks while she started coming in the other woman’s mouth. Sara held on tightly while Greta fucked her face, her broad hips flailing against the skinnier woman’s jaw.Sara crawled atop Greta while I went to the restroom. When I returned, I was treated to my wife and my new.