In reality, he was in the master bedroom which had a full view of the deck from a bow window. The plan was for me to work on getting Julie out on the ...eck and to fuck her in the sunshine while Bob filmed us from the bedroom. We quickly learned that the chick was FAR ahead of us. After a glass of wine with lunch on the deck, Julie and I began to make out. I soon had her blouse and bra off and was sucking on those wonderful nipples. She loves to have her nipples manipulated and suckled. Next. She began riding him, hard, in the cowgirl-style that the others had used the night before. She loved the fact that she was fucking a man who had just boned her sister, her friend, and her best friend."Oh, Matt, you are so fucking wonderful! Don't you see how right I am! This cock belongs in more than one cunt! You should have all the women you want, and no worries about it! Oh, fuck me, honey- fuck your wife right before you fuck her friends again!" Oh, fuck, yes, Judith baby! I want to be a. I could see her nipples through the thin white t-shirt. I was trying not to stare. “Matt's asleep. I was playing that new game he got and was thirsty.” She fixed me a glass of kool-aid and I drank it and went back upstairs... but not to sleep. Matt's parents got divorce the next year. My mom and dad felt bad sending me over there, so we stayed at my house a lot, but not all the time. There were plenty of nights that I stayed over at Matt's and would creep down late at night hoping for another. He practically begged me to fuck him and what k** does that to his father? But, once the guys on the crew figured out the Boss’ son was a whore, it was only a matter of time before I had to join in. I mean ignoring the fact that your k** is a fag just makes it seem like you’re clueless. And ‘accepting’ the fact that he’s taking loads out around the port-a-potty just makes you look like you’re some kind of fucking snowflake. The only option was join in.But, I drew the line at the worksite - for.