.. see?” Kelly said running her hand over her plump bald mons for emphasis. She was amazed at how hot and swollen it felt already.“Do you want to ...ompare... you know how it looks underneath all that hair?”The puzzled expression indicated that the tween didn’t understand what was being proposed.Kelly walked to the other end of the picnic table and sat on the table top. She was now behind Vickie who turned just her head to look over her shoulder at the skinny-dipper who had invaded her neat. Where did he come from? ‘Figured you’d be down here somewhere.’ How? Was he following her? No, because she never told him what hotel, or even what part of the city. ‘How…?’ She couldn’t even ask him. ‘Cuz I know you, remember?’ he giggled. God she missed him. ‘What are you doing out here?’ she finally asked, somewhat with an attitude. ‘I told you, I knew I’d find you.’ ‘What do you want? Why you lookin for me?’ ‘Cuz I wanna talk to you.’ Well good for him. She’d been trying to talk to him for. ’ ‘How much do I owe you for this, Bert?’ Bert gave me a knowing wink. ‘My contribution to the parish, Vicar, in gratitude for services rendered.’ He laughed at my discomfort and slapped me on the back. ‘You’re all right in my book, Vic, you’re all right. If ever you need a favor, just say the word.’ ‘Th–thanks Bert. I’ll remember that.’ ‘Do, lad. I owe you for keeping my home peaceful,’ he said as he bolted out the door. Most men would have been much less than peaceful if he suspected what his. Fucking them one at a time, seeing them looking at her. I could see my mates face as he enjoyed the feeling of my wifes very wet, very fucked and very very cum filled pussy. "How's your ball control these days?" I joked with him. "Pretty good." He said. "Fucking your sluts sloppy cunt is the best feeling I've had in ages, but I haven't spunked up her yet." "Go on!" I urged him, "Do it, fill her up, she's wanted your muck for ages, give her your load!" "Cum up me baby!" my wife growled to him in.