Curt Parkinson hadcome here as one of the few things a man terminally afraid of lifedared do. It hadn't been too bad though. Weather had been good and...here had been a few nice places to stop at. Walking about he mused onthe place, trying to stop thinking of his own depressive state. TheVillage was small, hardly a few blocks. But seemed well set up. Seeingthat, he decided to take a quick run though of the place. As he did henoticed some men in a group walk down a turning... one spoke..."Just a. It was like slow motion as he exited the pool, the water cascading off of his perfectly chiseled chest. He stopped and shook his hair. My eyes involuntarily moved lower towards his crotch area, and I gasped at the sight of his monstrous cock bulging through his swimming trunks. My hands kept rubbing faster and faster, rubbing my pussy through my clothes until, finally, I actually had an orgasm just standing there watching my son through the glass door of our dining room.After it had subsided, I. Our kiss was intensified by the low moans each of us was making deep within our throat and as his tongue slid into my mouth everything on my body tightened. My nipples were pressing against the thin material of my bra. Every inch of my body was begging for his touch. I broke away from the kiss. I was suddenly dizzy and woozy with lust. I ran my hands up and down his chest, unbuttoning his uniform top and he mirrored my motions and began to unzip my flight suit. When his hands parted the cloth. Once more, they had sandwiched me between their bodies, me taking turns fucking one woman missionary style, the other tit rubbing me, fondling my balls and stroking over my back, switching women a couple of times. Again, it had taken a long time to get hard and, longer, to get off. They were very patient with me and when I finally did get hard, they had sweetly done another side-by-side. Yes, on their hands and knees, at the edge of the bed, I had stuck cock in one pussy, fucked it while,.