Mr. Gunderson cleared his throat. “We have some entertainment prepared for you. These last weeks, Earl had some playing time playing in Marshall’s...varsity team, and we prepared a little compilation.”“Mom, I’ve seen it already. Do you want me to do something in the kitchen?” Helen offered.“Why yes, dear! Can you slice the sweet melons?”“Yes, Mom. Ashley, want to come with me? I’d like to continue our conversation.”Ashley grinned. “If you don’t mind. I can help.”“Great. Let’s!” Helen exclaimed,. .." Her pink lips trembled as she whispered.Cole smiled down at Sine's brave attempt to overcome her fears and tangled his hand in her silken hair. "Not now sweet ... Let's just get you in the shower and tucked into bed."Relief and longing filled Sine at Cole's words. She wanted to be with him, but fear kept her from taking that next step. Reaching up she untangled his hand and brought it to her lips. "Thank you." She said as kissed the center of his broad hand.Cole lowered their still entwined. I rubbed my swollen cunt into her hip. I shifted for better access to her pussy. I lowered my head and planted an open mouth on Inge's right nipple and i was diddling the her clit when I felt Ted climb on the bed, his cock poking my buttocks as he spooned into me. She was panting and whimpering for more, squeezing her own tits, hips undulating under my fingers. With my leg still over Inge’s waist, Ted had a clear shot at my open behind. I felt him guide the head of his penis just barely into. "You don't know who we are, do you?"Jeff frowned, then he shook his head. "You're Raquel Welch," he said slowly. "Or at least that's who you're supposed to be." He glanced at the man accompanying Raquel. "And Clint Eastwood?"The two nodded, smiles on their faces.Holly shook her head. "But you're younger - like from the early seventies?"Clint grinned. "But you still don't know who we really are, do you?"Jeff shook his head. "I give up. Your makeup and costumes are ... too good."Raquel.