If less hair meant more tongue, I was quite prepared for the trade-off. Itch be damned!The other thing about Michael was that he didn't multi-task ter...ibly well. When he was doing something, all of him was doing it, and now was a good example. Everything he had seemed to be involved in massaging my pleasure-centre.His hands were holding my legs, and his thumbs idly slid up and down my labia, making me tingle, while he kissed me everywhere, and his tongue slid in and out of me, cleaning up all. I notice two men talking so I lean over and whisper to my wives, “Эти двое мужчин русская мафия. Мы будем говорить только на фарси с этого момента.”Those two men are Russian Mafia. We will only talk in Farsi from now on.Finally the ticket agent calls our flight, I head up with my diplomatic passport, show it to the agents and they let me get into the early boarding line. My wives follow me, then the shit hits the fan when one of the Mafia members says to Dasha, “Почему ты с этим мусульманским. He felt bad that he hadn't been able to help his wife more around the house, but with the constant pain and his fluctuating blood pressure he had to rest often and take massive amounts of medications. He hadn't told her about the doctor's concerns from his last blood tests. She had enough on her mind. As they pulled into the parking lot Dan read the name. "Bikini Beach? This really doesn't sound much like a family type water park to me." "Oh come on Dan. The kid's are at your mother's and it's. She arched her back and let out a soft moan as her orgasm passed through her body.Todd unbuttoned his jeans lifted his buttocks off the bed to allow them to be pulled down enough so he could release his hard cock which he began to rub slowly.Emma looked away from Joel and down at Todd’s hard cock before turning her head back. Emma was in heaven: two erect cocks for her to admire. Emma then inserted a finger deep into herself. The sight of watching Todd and Emma masturbating was getting too much.