Some are lame and some are cool. Some are done in the back yard of the bosses’ house with a typical barbecue grill and a boom box. Then there are ot...ers that are held at a hotel with a massive party room, disk jockey, catered food, dance floor, and lots and lots of alcohol. Well, my company did the latter. The company I work for is rather large and so were the parties. Everyone would always dress their best and the women brought out the sexy, slinky dresses from their closets. It was not. The muscular tunnel of her hot cunt grasped my prick, pushed my tool against the hardness of her husband. As I slid slowly into her I could feel the underside of his shaft, the veins and pump muscle, press against mine. I rested the underside of my knob against his before I slid over him further into the confines of her cunt. As I slowly withdrew I enjoyed the combined closeness of the three of us. I sensed the excitement in them too. Gradually I built up some rhythm in our fuck. Her muscles. ” “Fuck me,” Dylan sounded like he was demanding it, almost, but I kept up the game. “Let me just examine you, here,” I said, and ate him more even though he was begging me to be done with that part and kept assuring me he was ready. I pushed a finger into him while I flicked my tongue at his hole and he grabbed it with his rectum and moved his hips in a desperate thrust, smashing his dick into the mattress. “C’mon, man,” Dylan groaned. “I need you in me.” “Yeah,” I said, rubbing my cock. Kylie’s toes were fidgeting as Miranda massaged her shoulders. I had to admire Kylie almost as much as her coach. Her legs were strong and slender, and she had better muscle tone than you’d think, looking at her in uniform. Her swimsuit was drawn tight against a bottom so lean and perfect that workout experts across America would have killed for it. I’d have to give Kylie more respect in the future. She wasn’t just a gifted athlete, she worked hard at it. She was starting to relax as she.