She looked up and saw him looking at the others—probably at the pretty girls. Enough, then, she thought. She tightened her lips and make a slight su...king pressure as she pumped with her fist. He was focusing all on her, now. She pounded away, and then he seemed to cum all in a rush, spattering in her mouth like hot needles. She swallowed what she could before he pulled away, leaving a small salty trail in her mouth. Kind of sweet. She leaned over to spit on the grass, and she shifted to her. But they'd had to be sure... Morgan, the lecherous bastard, he had the biggest, stiffest cock Lydia's ever seen on a man! And one of these days when she was hard-up enough, she was going to enjoy the whole solid length of it, but not until she'd glutted herself completely on Mark Blakely's... ! Christ, where was he anyway? By this time, she had usually spotted his car and could choose a point to intercept him... at least, she was certain she could this morning with her horse, Gallant Red,. "Okay, I am tired of you both, I am going to bed to read something instead, see you tomorrow. Behave now both." We sat quite a while before I said, "Okey s*s, I can't take it anymore, what should we do?" "Sshh" She started to caress my stomach with her hands and feel my chest muscles. "I meant what I said to mom and I need this now". I placed my hands on her feet which was on each side of my legs and started to caress them slowly, she moved closer so her chest was resting on my back. She slowly. Christine moaned from the sight of Dan and Adam's erections tenting their boxers, and three echoing moans joined her from the other women.Four video cameras on tripods surrounded the bed, but that barely registered in the two men's minds. The four women lying on the bed dominated their thoughts. All four wore satin corsets with matching panties, stockings with garter belts, and high heels. Becky wore white. Jenny had picked pink. Angie wore red, and Christine had chosen black. Christine held.