The three of us had known each other for three years or sosince working at the beach. Bernie was a bit more conservative butreturned from the bathroom...wrapped in a wet towel. The lump on his crotchwas clearly visable.But this wasn't unusal, I had seen the guys bareass before. That nightwasn't the first time they crashed at my place drunk or otherwise.We told jokes, watched tv, drank more beer, ate some sandwiches andhorsed around a little on my bed.I decided it was my turn and I told the guys I. Her smooth bald pussy dropped down towards my hard teen cock, and in seconds she slipped down onto it, and I was now inside Mrs Hooper's mature wet pussy.Then she placed her hands around my neck, as she began to rise and fall on my cock, and we both groaned happily.While Mrs Hooper was riding my cock, Mrs Yale was leant over still licking at my balls, and eagerly I reached over and began fondling her round soft arse cheeks, before my fingers slipped lower and found her smooth bald pussy.I then. Only the light by her bed was on, the tiny lamp softly lighting the room just enough to not trip over anything. The bed itself had a comforter that complimented the rest of the room and looked very comfy. She pulled her shirt over her head then looking back at me pulled down her underwear with a grin and stepped out of them before pulling back the covers and sliding beneath. Grinning myself I pulled off my shirt then dropped my shorts and boxers sliding in behind her. She lay on her back in. " Polly now spoke: "Wh-what does Papa have to say about this?" Papa stepped out from behind his wife at this point and said: "Papa concurswith Mama on this one, kids. It's the way of our species: survival of the fittest,nature red in tooth and claw, and all that rot." "But Papa," said Molly, "can't you at least give us some pointers?" "'Fraid not. It's just not done, you see. No cheating, scout's honor, conspiracyof silence, and suchlike. Look kids, if your mother and I could figure it.