Sorry, they are not dolls. They're ACTION FIGURES." Then she laughed and if I hadn't been attracted to her before then, her laugh would have won me ov...r."Why do you have this dollhouse ... I mean architectural 3-d model?" she asked smiling. "Are you a nerd too?" No, I'm and architect," I said. "I designed the house. That's why he invited me to the party." So you're not..." she began."Nope," I said. "I'm not some famous guy." Then you're not trying to act like you're too cool for the room?" she. If I tried to stand up, he could simple push me forward with one hand and I’d lose my balance against the arm of the sofa. The high heels made sure of the that and when I did fall forward, his phallus dug in even deeper. It was becoming ever swampier in there. The ceiling fan was a long forgotten breeze now that I was buried beneath a hot and rutting bull. Any thought of escaping brought another punishing hand slap against my ass. I was staring into the tweed of the sofa cushion and bit into it. We had all jumped over the side and had been skinny-dipping, nothing new for me and I’ve done it for so long I consider it normal practice. It seemed normal for them too. We were having a really good timeI got out first and laid down in the sun across the bridge deck. For those not familiar with a yacht the bridge deck is the seat area that crosses the boat in front of the main hatch way, It keeps water that lands in the cockpit from going below. The mainsheet track in sunk into it, perfect for. I was massaging Bonnie's puffy balls and sliding her thick cock in and out of my mouth all the way back to my larynx. Just as I thought she was about to drop her load in my mouth she pulled away and said she wanted me to give her a rim job and fuck her in the ass. This brought a group pause and we all caught our breath over some more wine and hits on the hookah. The foreplay started all over again, a lot more slowly.Bonnie and I played with each others cock while Debbie stroked Tanya and got.