They had always enjoyed al fresco sex as it added to their sense of adventure, and when he was away on business it added to their nightly phone sex se...sions. Looking over at him a smile played across her lips and wondered if she dared! she started massaging his thigh, kneading as she worked her way to his lap, he looked over and smiled and she could see the spark of excitement in his eyes, reaching across she undoes his zip, his cock thickening but not yet erect, " I dare you" he says,. Well she heard that comment. Would that make you mad if they did? I was just buzzed enough to say Hell No...I'd like for you to get fucked and then tell me about it. She said well one guy did walk up as I was hanging the pump up and tell me I had a nice ass and that he would love to fuck it. What did you do I asked. She said I told him what I always tell the foward guys that make passes at me. I told him I was married. What did he say I asked. She said that he said didn't bother him. Cool I. I was searching for Åsa and as I pushed a little further I saw some girls clothing, trampled into the mud, a bra, top and denims, and an old man with a pair of knickers wrapped around his cock, either wiping it or using them as a stimulant. A pair of strong arms came around my midrif and I was pulled back into the owner of them. Once in close, one hand dropped into my crotch and the other, effortlessly, grabbed my breast as they were being pulled out of their cozy home in my brazzie. I tried to. . ok', and then as cheerfully nervous as her daughters, " - tomorrow night."All got their remarkable mention - Bridget, taking the first, biggest load, an entire pint-like enema; then Eleanor getting the last, longest ride, 40 minutes; and Gretchen, a good portion of both and set to her choice of music - throbbing, bass-heavy rhythm and a free-form vague poetry, the drive of the tempo rather than the songs' simple messages: electro-botic / techno-tronic mechanical & dispassionate music you.