You can shout out some things yourself while you're doing this, let me know you're enjoying this... mash your tongue onto my clit... and kind of pulse...it in time with your hand strokes... keep doing that... keep doing that... yes... David!" SSSSHHHHHH!" from the peanut gallery. God these people should read a book or something.I plant my lips full on her mouth so she'll quiet down. My middle finger is up her pussy hole a little bit, (Hey, her pants and panties are still on. We're in a library. ‘I’ll be wearing a blue denim jumpsuit with a gold macramé belt and a yellow plastic flower in my hair above my right ear. That flower will be yours to take home so you can always remember the first time we met. Do guys keep keepsakes like this?’ She drew a bewildered looking smiley face with a question mark above it. ‘I hope you are indeed reading my notes as ZZ says. And I also hope you come to the dance to meet me. But if you don’t reply to this and you don’t attend the dance, I’ll presume. Back on the beach more sunscreen was needed, of course. The boys expressed confusion about which husband went with which wife. Trish just explained that on these weekends it didn’t really matter, getting amazed looks from the youngsters who left when the husbands approached.The husbands had visited with a couple of attractive topless women but nothing like their wives’ adventures. They laughed and discreetly groped their spouses as they were told of the fun with the teenagers. Andy suggested. "Nngghhh!" Levan grunted out as he produced his seed for her, leaving it to pool inside her deepest, warmest folds.They flexed together in pleasure for an eternity, shaking with effort, until Levan began breathing again, as though he had run around the city in one long sprinting effort. He collapsed to the side of her, managing to mind her belly. Her hand held the back of his head as she opened her eyes while she panted, looking at the ceiling as the pleasure washed through her and her panted.