If we, meaning I, didn't blow it for the remainder of the evening, we were a shoe-in for the next event. I managed to smile appropriately and not star... at all the exposed flesh that was being flaunted. This group was definitely selected from the younger and firmer crowd.Nicole noticed my discomfort and the way I would continually look away from an attractive set of tits that were on display under my nose. Other than hers."Lawrence, it is OK to look. In fact, it is expected. If you do not, they. He may be able to help them. We could take the video camera over there and see what's really going on with it." Great! I'll call Maureen right away. Are you sure it's okay with Wick?" Yeah ... pretty sure. I'll talk to him. Getting him away from the pouch machine would probably be a good idea right now."In fact, Wick was fine with getting away and helping a customer. A short while later, I had a call back from Fiona."That was quick," I said. "Grant's okay with us getting involved?" More than. Various small stovepipe chimneys poking up at different spots on the roof carried the smoke from the barbeque pits away. The elegant crest, in scrolling calligraphy, that once read "Chez Henri" now sported "Bubba's" hand painted in red with a big brush over "Henri".The menu, once an elegant placard of French delicacies, was changed to black crayon on brown paper; one side telling the history of the building as well as the story of Henri, the other listing items like "Chicken Fried Steak- if you. I put one leg up on the patio recliner that Wendy was kneeling on and started to fuck her harder. "Oh yes fuck that pussy babe, I want to give our friend a good show" my wife said. A good show it must have been, because soon I saw our yng neighbor stand up and ejaculate out of the tree house. Thick ropes of cum came out and landed on a picnic table below, making a rather loud smacking sound like big drops of rain as it hit. This made my wife Wendy loose it and within a matter of seconds started.