Formalities aside, we were now hot and ready to get down to some serious love making and as I can attest to this fact, Mr. Woody Woodpecker was up to ...he task at hand (no pun intended). It was just after entering the tight sheath of my wife’s tight pussy that we both noticed something was different or should I say, felt. As I was buried balls deep, my cock was growing, I can’t explain it but we both felt it was growing in Length and in its Circumference, I was just about to pull out. " I ... I can't. Dad would kill me," Jill protested."No he won't. Put it on."The three girls stood side by side, staring open-mouthed into the mirror at the salacious sight they presented: bare-breasted, pantyless and arses plugged."I look like a total slut," Jill complained."You both look lovely," Sarah replied. "Olivia often takes me out looking like this."She began to masturbate. "Join me," she implored. "Let's see who can come first."Somewhat reluctantly at first, Mary and Jill copied her. " And if I know my luck she'll end up just as pregnant as the rest of you," Jake sighed."Even if she does I know you well enough to know that you'll enjoy every single stroke of your cock in her tight little pussy," Beth teased."Yeah I will," Jake said with a chuckle. "Come on in Mary, you may as well join the fun." I was hoping you'd say that," Mary said, giving Jake a bright smile when she was close enough for him to see it. She set her bag down next to Beth's and crossed the clearing to join. He told me that he requestedanother slow song so we could dance again. He also warned me against doinganything stupid or I could get my arm broken or worse. I knew I was beatenand followed him to the dance floor. It had a dark corner which hemanuevered us to. He then brazenly lifted the back of my dress and stuckthat giant hand in. I was so grateful right then that I had worn pantyhose.He continued the massage with his finger. I'm not sure if it was the heat inthe room or I was getting aroused..