She got in the back seat on the passenger side and after leaning across the middle to give George a perfunctory kiss hello, settled back to ignore the...traffic and road ahead. She refused to sit up front. She said George drove too close to the edge of the road, and when he hit a tree or mailbox, which she just KNEW he was bound to do sooner or later, she wanted to be able to cushion herself against the back of the passenger seat. “No flying windshield glass for her, no sir.” Was what she had. In the pool of the hotel, she joins a father fooling around in the water with two young dods. She had noticed his looks in her direction, curious for her tiny tits in her skimpy bikini. For sure, he tries to touch her as by chance, when they play ball and splash around. She pretends she does not really notice it. After the little loved ones are exhausted, he invites her along to their table, where his wife orders also wine for them. She sees the bulge in his swimming trunks emerge. His wife. Darnell slowly got undressed as he walked into the washroom, and he returned to Johnny with a warm, damp face towel to clean his young lover. “You performed like a real trooper there, baby girl. You took it hard and deep. That was some baby makin’ fuckin we did.” He said, as he gently wiped Johnny’s bottom and balls with the towel. Johnny looked dreamily up at him as he attended to his soiled bottom and little penis, making him feel like a helpless baby in the giant, powerful hands of his. Colin’s voice reinforces it: “Now fuck. Give her everything she wants. Just go for it” And so they do, Colin choreographing, calling for frequent changes of position: missionary, doggy, Terry on top, Gary half kneeling and driving down into her, and all the time using subtle variations of angle and force of thrust. Colin and Terry have made it clear they want this to be the fuck of a lifetime and Gary intends to deliver. His stamina and confident control never seem in doubt, even as the body.