Oh ... you might think you do ... know.The days pass as days do ... sometimes it's drudgery ... the 'same shit, different day' that many lives face ..... plod ... plod ... plod ... day in, day out. Get up ... yup, same guy looking back in the mirror ... shave the face, flush, shower. Dress ... maybe it's shirt and tie ... or maybe it's mechanics overhauls ... regardless ... you're one of the faceless millions preparing for the daily grind."Come get it before I slop it to the hogs!" comes the cry. .”“That’s right...” His lips electrified her neck. Her bikini top was above her breasts.“Why are you doing this?” she whispered urgently.“Because I want you -- and it’s mutual.”“You don’t know that.” But his hand was in the fur patch over her pussy -- her landing strip -- and she was pretending her hands were tied up in the towel.Brad just chuckled, thinking, ‘She’s as easy as she said she was!’ He had her pussy in his hand, rubbing over her clit -- and it was swelling under his fingers. Gina. I know she’s close and I’m going to join in when she cums. I grab my throbbing member and start to twist my wrist around the head of my cock. It’s tender and I know just a bit of pressure and pace, I’m going to explode. I watch intently as Stacey pumps the dildo faster and her body starts to tense up. Moments later she lets out a low groan as she spasms a little. I’m right there with her, I increased my pace as I watched her and now, I’m spraying cum everywhere. Most of it is on my hand or. Fuck, what had I done! I looked down and could see that the water had soaked through to my boxers, and they were clinging around my cock. I went to pull my jeans up, at which point Jennifer broke the silence. “Take them off, I’ll put them in the tumble drier”. I looked at her and she looked awesome, a beautiful smile and wide eyes. I stepped out of my jeans, to then be told “and the boxers, they look wet too”.“I can’t do that Jennifer, I better just go”“Why, I was married for 30 years – you.