Both studs slam a few more quick thrusts into their respective partners and then pull out, their rigid, throbbing tools pointing at the ceiling and sl...thered with pussy juice. The two sweaty teens, panting for breath, fumble past each other as they switch partners; J.J. shoves his tool into Christine’s pussy and begins to thrust while Aaron slides his fuck stick into a giggling Tracey and starts smashing her love slot with steady, even strokes. Soon, both MILFs are crying out in ecstasy again. As I approach them, I can't seem to get the image of the dildo out of my head and I start imagining what the real thing looks like. I hop into the pool and go to my wife and give her a kiss while everyone is talking. After some more conversation, Daryl has an idea and suggests we all have a chicken fight. He grabs my wife and she hops on his muscled shoulders and Cheryl does the same to Mike. I quietly stay put on the sides of the pool while they all head to the middle of the shallow end to. "What the heck?" Ha, got you," Mia suddenly said with his father's voice. "Should've seen your face." Wait ... dad?" Of course. You think the bratty girl walks naked into our kitchen?" (Mia) said and grinned. "But watch this." (She) pushed a button on something which looked like a tablet or a handheld console and which laid on the kitchen desk. "The voice can be hers too." Damn ... what is this?" A reality alternating remote. RAR. I build it in my lunch breaks. It uses in its core a strange. "What's going on? Why are you letting this guy monopolize our time together on our anniversary?" I wasn't speaking particularly loud but I didn't whisper either. I knew some of the people dancing around us could hear me."Oh, honey, I'm sorry," she apologized. "It's just so good to see Dennis again. I'm sure you heard ... he was the guy that got my cherry," she said with a smile and a giggle."Yes, I heard; I think the whole place knows by now. If they didn't hear the conversation they can tell.