None of them spoke to me except to participate in the class. They never approached me or even smiled a knowing smile. I remained professional and prop...r. It was as if nothing of importance happened the Friday night before.Friday afternoon there was a neatly folded slip of paper on my desk. I opened it and read what was typed on the paper. ‘Beach 9:00’ It was thankfully left unsigned. I tore up the note and disposed of it in the trash.I had a few things to catch up on and did not leave the. Find a middle-aged to senior guy and offer their home and their bodies. We ended up on a giant bear rug in their entertainment room. We were all over each other. I didn't want to leave Marty's cock, but didn't want Beth to feel left out. As such, I had Beth squat on my face while I stroked Marty's engorged cock. I sucked Beth's cunt like there was no tomorrow. Marty was massaging Beth's tits, all the while. After an appreciable period of play, Beth needed to reposition herself. She slid away a. Her grasping fingers did not push me away. Her little chest was heaving faster and faster with every suck, every bite. Then I felt her hand easing my face back, easing me back until I sat upright on the sofa. Her hands were opening my towel, grasping my semi erect cock in her small hands. I immediately felt her silky, black hair smothering my hips as her lips lowered again to my cock. Only this time, she was not shy and tentative, her arousal had swept away her shyness and I could feel how much. Barton was painfully aware that his beautiful trophy of a wife was much closer in age to Rod--the "kid" was what Barton insisted on calling him--than she was to himself. Barton's reaction was instinctive. Confronted with any kind of a rival, Barton set out to humiliate him, to emasculate him. This kid was going to be the only person he and Kim would see for the next two weeks. Barton was going to show him who was boss. He'd have Rod kissing the famous Barton ass early and often--figuratively at.