It was a stunning sight and amazing experience. John and Steve both pulled their cocks from Emma and guided her to the bank by her hands. Stuart follo...ed behind. They climbed out of the water and Emma knelt down grasping John’s cock in her hand and found Steve’s with her mouth. Stuart dropped in behind her and began to rub her pussy. She was so wet the water had no chance of washing her out. Stu rubbed her wet juices over his bulbous head and pushed it onto her lips. He slipped in with ease now. How many children? — Two in college. She kept probing. How many triathlons had I completed? — Two. Did I think females were as strong as men in triathlons? — Many are. Was my wife a triathlete? — No. I asked her about her situation. She said that she had been divorced for several years and only recently moved to the city. She had found our church on the internet. We were now moving at a faster clip, and I was struggling to stay up. But my male ego was also in play, so I pushed to stay even. I. Rolling onto her back she ran a hand down her body, her nipples were rock hard, she lightly pinched each one before moving her hand further down wishing it was his, over her stomach, over the patch of hair covering her mound, running her finger lightly over the hood covering her clit. She could already feel some wetness, the lower her hand went the more she found, the tops of her thighs were covered too. She smiled as she thought of the dreams she must have had. She dipped a finger inside. Her speech disintegrated into a babble I couldn’t keep up with, but I didn’t need to. A flush spread across her chest, highlighted in a sheen of sweat, and her hair draped down over my face and her head swayed and jerked in the throes of passion until suddenly with a deep ‘Ohhhhhhhhhh!’ Darlene stiffened and went rigid, her face contorted almost as if in pain, while her pussy clamped down on Little Toomas and pulsed. I stopped my movements and just held her tightly to me, knowing what was.