Like many times before, you bounce into my lap, making me thrust forward, my hands sliding around your hips, gripping you tightly as my hardness rubs...through the thin layer of our clothes. My breath is hot on your neck, as you give a small push from the wall, grinding my shaft deeper into your pants, my body bending over yours, my lips brushing your neck, moving up to nibble on your ear and in that moment i bend my legs a little, catching the pure cure of your ass on the v of muscles above my. Occasionally, I'd noticed him with a couple of friends, but he was alone this afternoon.The minute the boy dove into the pool, Carla winked at me and followed suit. Uh-oh, I thought. Here comes trouble.But it wasn't, At least not that afternoon. Instead, I noticed Carla treading water and talking up a storm with the new arrival. A quarter hour later, they strolled wet and dripping toward my lawn chair."Honey, this is Tommy," Carla said.I shook the teen's hand."He's visiting his uncle for a few. Ross fells Karl’s cock sliding inside him hard and smooth. It feels almost soothing. Ross’ head is spinning, “Oh fuck!” Karl starts gathering speed and is getting deeper inside with each thrust, “That feel good, you hungry slut, you fucking hole!” Ross still sucking, licking and bobbing his head up and down over Paul’s cock starts moaning from arousal. The sounds turn Paul on even more and he starts fucking Ross’ face for everything it is worth. “Fuck! Fuck! I’m going to cum. NO. Fuck!” Paul. I did. The video started by itself. It began with a panorama of a desolate dessert area. There was nothing visible but sand, sand, and more sand. Then a nude young woman, perhaps four or five years older than Missy stepped into the picture. "Hello, my little naked slave girl," she said. There was a lopsided grin on her face."That's Sharon," Missy sobbed quietly.The video panned away from Sharon to four heavily bearded men in Arab dessert clothing, and then moved in for a closeup of four.