Soon they too were out of their clothes, touching and tasting each other.“I just love the way a man uses his hand on his own cock,” remarked Joann...“Look at the pleasure on his face, the way his eyes seem to glass over,” added Aunt Courtney.I was getting all the inspiration I needed from these two randy ladies. My hand began to fly. I jerked my cock until I felt my balls begin to tighten and my cock grow even larger, sure signs that I was about to shoot. Even the ladies seemed to notice.“I. , what are you waiting for?" I spotted some junior varsity players. They looked confused but gradually got the idea and came down and joined the varsity. "Freshmen, what, you need an invitation?" Looking surprised, members of the freshmen team moved quicker than the J.V."And cheerleaders. We need cheerleaders." The varsity cheerleaders started down out of the bleachers. Knowing how my mind works, Paula signaled the J.V. and freshmen squads to come down, too. By the time everyone was standing. The bite marks around her body had subsided and were hardly noticeable. The three of us wanted to ravage her again and chalked out a wicked plan.Abhinav was looking at us suspiciously while we were speaking with Radhika. He must have smelled what we were upto. How could someone not fuck Radhika in that attire?Me: This saree on your body will not remain for long. Infact nothing will be on your body soon.Radhika: Have you guys lost it! We’re in a public gathering. You’re not touching me. Sam’s dress around the house was somewhere between Betsy and Stacy. Most times she wore jeans and button shirts, particularly when she was fixing things or working out in the yard. Other times, she would wear the bottom half of her bikini and nothing else. She had numerous bikinis which ranged from decent to obscene.The odd woman out was Wheels. She was either in conservative clothes appropriate for a chauffeur or in overalls appropriate for a mechanic. When heading to the beach, she’d strip.