I can just lay by the pool. Can I wear one of Tracy’s suites?”“Not sure it will fit,” Ok so the devil was coming back to me, “but yeah that ...ould be fine.”I suddenly wondered if I needed to offer sun screen to her. Strange I know, but thoughts of being racist came over me. I figured I would just have it there and see what she did. I told her were Tracy’s suits were, and got dressed, got a book, and made my way to the pool.I sat down on my chair and adjusted the umbrella so there wasn’t any sun. " I manage to reply."Why? What's at the beach?" He looks me up and down."I want to work on my tan." I blush for some reason. I can feel himgazing at my long bare legs. "Where are you going?" I ask him."Home. I got a place in the Valley. It's big motherfuckin' mansion,really. You wanna come over? You can hang out by the pool. Work on yourtan lines there. Then you don't have to worry about gettin' sand inyour hair."I'm little nervous and scared, but he is Richard P., a world-famouscomedian, so I. “No, it is safe! She bleats. “Fill my young pussy full with your cream mister.”So, with his next long length into her chute her squirts his first load deep inside the girl. He holds it there for a second or so the pulls back before thrusting into her with his second load, then his third, then his fourth and finally he empties his ball into her. Now, with his long cock still buried deep inside her, he uses his arms around her thighs to push her ass back onto the table. He then pulls his arms. He stood speechless next to Melissa who was gently tickling hisprotruding nipples. Simon instinctively reached out and grasped hisMistress' clit. As the two mesmerized onlookers continued to stare atLinda's seductive movements Simon slowly stroked Melissa's clit.Simon's own sissy cock was straining, begging, praying for release. Itwas not to be."Do you like what you see, sissy Simonne?" Miss Linda askedrhetorically.She smiled, knowing her question required no answer. Seeing Simonstoking.