The last time she had it on it fit fine, but we go nude mostly so I had no idea.Sara looks at me then at Jill. “Dad I love you, but you suck at get...ing me clothes.”Jill kindly comes to my defense. “Most Dads do suck at shopping. Tell you what if you don’t mind two fourteen year old coming along. We can go now.” Sara is all a sudden ten again. “Oh Please Daddy. Please” With the pouty lips and eyes. That girl knows how to work me.“Ok if Jill doesn’t mind me buying dinner for all of us.” “Let’s. "It would be just as hot if we didn't get caught though," she pointed out, stroking it. I stayed silent. "Oh, are you shaking and sweating?" "There are like two-hundred other guests here and almost fifty other people who work here. What if someone sees you with your hand down my suit?" "Come on, live a little. Don't you want to score with your new wife?" "Yes, but in our suite." "Whatever," she groaned, evicting her hands. She went through the door to the pool and I rubbed my forehead. "Dude,. "Come fuck my ass," I begged Ben. He gave a final, deep thrust into Don's mouth, and then pulled out, a thin stream of saliva trailing away as he removed his cock. I motioned to a bottle of lotion on the end table and Ben generously lathered lotion on my asshole before slowly pressing the head of his cock into my ass. Don held still as Ben gently worked his way further and further into my ass. I felt a mix of pleasure and pain, my ass and pussy engorged with cock. Ben gently thrust in and out. She positioned Fred on all fours and pulled the thong leotard to one side. Fingering a little lube into his little hole, she produced a good sized plug and took a few minutes working it into him gently until, with a little pressure, it sank home nicely. Its profile ensuring that it was going to take a lot more work to get it out than it took to get it in. She then pulled the leotard to the side of his stiffening cock and rolled Fred onto his back.Lady Clara stripped to her stockings and mounted.