Awhile my other hand had a finger fucking her pussy and my tongue was flicking her clit. Our three way licking went on for some time until we had cum ...everal times and our tongues could not go any more. At some point we all fell asleep cuddling with each other. Our sexual interactions continued as the months passed. Jen and I would fuck a couple nights a week. Sometimes on the weekend after a party we would share a guy. The best time we had together was a three day weekend that Jen and I went. Oil was poured on my backside and massaged into my cheeks and on my hole. His fingers rubbed the outside of my sphincter, loosening me for him. I looked back and he was applying oil to his cock. It looked huge erect. A minimum of 8 inches long. He grabbed my hips, his hand and my body warm and slick from the oil. The other hand guided his cock into me. First the head of his penis teased me and then he popped in. I gasped and gripped the sides of the lounge. Then he slowly inched himself in. It. As Fawn leaned forward, her robe came apart, revealing her beautiful tits with rigid, rubbery nipples.She wished she could hear them talking, but since she couldn't, looking at them was the next best thing. She saw Fawn lift her son's hand and curl his fingers about one of her tits, and then she dropped her hand right on top of Ted's raging hard cock. Joan was pleased with her son, watching him boldly stroke and fondle Fawn's titties. When she saw Fawn opening Ted's pants, taking his young cock. I was aggressive at work, but meek at other times. Most of the committee’s arguments were over publicity for the party. Some of them wanted a really detailed dress code published, and the rest of us argued that a few of us ‘guarding’ the entrance would take care of any exhibitionists. It did me no good to suggest that ‘tightie whities’ weren’t any more revealing than Speedo bathing suits. We ended up with a line saying, ‘Dress Code: dress shirt (with tails), underwear (men – boxers or boxer.