Rachel could see the base of his clearly thick cock, each time he withdrew to plunge another hearty stroke into his bride. Most striking was his face ...�� the genial charm she was used to transfigured into something dark and wolfish. So this was what they looked like when they fucked. It was even more amazing than Rachel had dreamt. Her cunt became a slippery core of excitement just by looking and her mouth opened in awe. She rested her bag against a tree, gripping the trunk for support as her. I gasped as Emma squirmed on top of me, her nighty starting to slip up a little bit. I felt my wife snuggle close to us, her body pressed against me as she started whispering in my ear. I couldnt even begin to believe what she was telling me. She told me that when she was just a little younger than Emma she began to explore her sexuality. Her Mother had embraced her young body, taking her into her bed, teaching her about her body, masturbating, how to please each other and a man. Her mother. Her slim, petite body is pressed against my father’s, and I note his hands are rested on the small of her back, moving ever so slightly, caressing the natural hollow in her spine and occasionally straying a little further south, to allow his finger-tips to briefly touch the top of her pert little bottom, under the little pink dress she’s wearing.Between songs they briefly stop and chat to each other, faces barely inches apart, her arms draped over my father’s shoulders, seemingly looking. I crawled in and slid across the soft leather seat. Tony slid in beside me and I then looked to see Amanda sitting across from us.“Hello Cassie, I mean Rose.” Amanda said with a sly smile and looked at Tony.She was gorgeous. She was wearing the same shirt and skirt and she also had black hose and shoes. Her dark hair was wavy and hung past her shoulders. Her face was beautiful, just enough makeup to be pretty but not enough to look the least bit trashy. Her shirt was buttoned about the.