“Do me.” He said. “Hard.”I sat back up and held firmly onto his legs as I thrust back and forth, in and out of him. Now he was the one grippin... the blankets with his fists. I was biting my lower lip while thrusting my pounding cock in and out of his tight, smooth ass. “Faster!” he yelled.I leaned in and did as I was told. We both moaned louder. The bed was shaking and slamming up against the wall. Good thing nobody was home. “Harder!” he demanded.Another command that I followed. I pulled out. The road got bumpier, Don had slowed a bit and hit just the right vibrations from the bike. Kelly knew she was about to have a hell of a ride. She leaned her face against Don’s shoulders and reached around for his cock. She watched Lori humping against Dustin. Kelly felt it cumming. It kept building for a few minutes. She finally launched.Don’s cock had grown and Kelly was gripping it wishing badly that it was in her twat. She found herself bucking on the seat and then she sprayed a load of. He offered to fly us to the location, with fully paid for oceanfront A+ accommodations complete with meals and plenty of spending money to boot. Who wouldn't want a free vacation in the Caribbean for a week. We shipped the booth ahead of us, then we flew down. We were met at the airport by the "best man". There we were treated like royalty complete with limousine. I offered a free preview in the limo, flashing my breasts for our new host to enjoy. But he was a complete gentleman saying there. My wife and I quit our jobs and bought a fancy motor home to the tune of $500K! We traveled around the country stopping at fancy RV parks and hob knobbing with rich people. Now neither of us were very old-I had just turned 50 and my wife, Samatha or Sam for short, was 45 and we were both in good shape. At this one park we met some people, Ross and Mary. They were filthy rich and were I am going to guess in their late 60’s. Ross was a chubby tall guy and Mary was very petite. We were at their.