With a soft sigh Helga brought her lips back to his, the contact was light, sensuous, a thing that was given freely, so unlike the candle lit moments ...ith the kitchen girls, who smelled of grease and sweat, their touches mechanical.Helga's lips touched his like the soft caress of a fall breeze, holding the possibility of a storm unseen, yet building by the moment.Smiling, Helga looked at Nicolas. He noted the burning look in her eyes, felt his own burning, but was struck mute and immobile by. She went limp from her own orgasm and I kept her from falling on the grass. I held on to her hips and my cock was still embedded inside her young pussy."So, was this what you wanted to do this morning?" I asked."Actually, it came to me as we neared this secluded spot. I was thinking how exciting it would be to fuck on the golf course."I saw one of the greens keepers mowing the fairway in our direction. Lena grabbed her clothes and put them on. I still had my shorts around one ankle.Needless to. And one my wife could hardly say no to. As we all finished our second drink and stripped off our clothes, we climbed onto the bed. We tossed some of the pillows out of the way to make room for the crowd. My wife laid down naked next to her naked mother with me at the foot of the bed. I have to say this was by far the sexiest sight I have ever seen, with the two of them on display in front of me. I didn't know who to jump on first, but as was protocol, I was there to fuck her mom. So I parted. Her name was Bethanie and when I say younger sister, I’d say almost 15 years younger. She was tall, really pretty and was wearing a very professional outfit, a nice, crisp white blouse and striped black pants, but the vibe kept telling me there was more to it than that. Over coffee, I flirted shamelessly with Miles. He rebuffed me at first, but I was persistent. After about 30 minutes, I leaned in close and let him see my cleavage. I fluttered my lashes and let him see the look in my.