That night, Tyler and his parents showed up. I hadnt noticed Tylers mom before, she was a descent looking white woman in her thirtys, pregnant at the ...ime. Tylers dad was a geeky looking heavy man, maybe late thirtys. He had been a college football player, which I found out through his mentioning of it various times throughout the night. My mom decided not to dress her usual slutty ways for her guests, so she wore a red tank top and tight low rise jeans. It was as descent as mom ever got in. More rustling — towelling? Dressing? A zip pocket being opened on a day-pack, and closed again? He waited in vain for the sounds of hiking boots being put back on. No! Naked footsteps round the pool, coming his way! The barefoot sounds stopped beside him, cloth rustled as someone sat down, or knelt down, close beside him. He stayed with his pretence of sleep, kept his breathing slow and even. He really didn’t want to get involved in a conversation, and anyway his vibrator was under his neatly. In either case, the feelings are intense, and they are lasting longer than usual. Her tense muscles start to relax, she is starting to come down. Sensing this, her Captain speeds back up, pulling her to the brink once again. The first orgasm hasn’t ended when the second one starts. Not quite as intense, but it collapses her flat on the sofa’s cushions. The action disengages Jenna’s right hand from her work. A soft moan of disappointment escapes her lips, but she is too spent to do anything but. No one forced me to leave my pants around my ankles; I could have pulled them up. No one forced me to examine those two very nice breasts so closely, I could have ignored them.Yeah guys I know, not a realistic statement but no one forced me. No one forced me to sit there while the stripper had her way with me, I could have pushed her off me. No one forced me to let all of these things happen, but I did.When the stripper climbed off me I heard her say to one of the guys, "That should just about.