“Oh this must be Jack.Can I hold him?”“Of course,” said Marisa, passing her baby off to herfriend. Jack smiled happily in Cand...ce’s arms. “You’re anatural. So when are you two going to have a little oneof your own?”“Not ready to risk my figure yet with my career going sowell,” said Candace, looking sadly at the happy baby.Longing apparent in her eyes. Grant had married younger.His sexy model wife was only twenty-two, eight yearsyounger. My skirt was shifted up far enough for her to see my curly red pubes, and the sprinkling stream of piss that shot out of my muff, filling the glass quickly. Nervously, she glanced across my shoulder, but apparently nobody took notice of the two redheaded girls in the back who were just enjoying themselves.When I was done, I held the glass up to her lips and let her sip. She hesitated, but took a small gulp, quickly swallowing it. “You’re so nasty,” she whispered, half joking.“And you love it,”. It will do nicely,” she said, a smile returning to her pretty face.We reached the bench which was, as April had promised, quite private behind a clump of bushes. She sat down and pulled me down beside her. I rested my hand on her left knee and slowly slid it up under her skirt, caressing the smooth warm skin of her lean thigh with delight as we immersed ourselves in a long, deep French kiss.April’s hand was soon between my thighs, massaging my swelling dick through my shorts. That prompted me. C shiver with pleasure. Finally she backed off. “I’m sorry. It’s just too big. I can’t get it in my mouth. If I try any harder I will dislocate my jaw. I’m really sorry,” she told him. “That is all right Kitty. There are damn few women who can do that either. It is too bad too: no one has ever been able to give me a full and satisfactory blow-job. A lot of women think they want a guy with a bigger cock. That is until they meet me, or perhaps I should say my bruiser down there. Most seem to.