Close to their table a single man in a hoodie and track pants appeared to be studying a newspaper while nursing a beer.Summer had started. High school...was over with. College was around the bend. For Jason, Forrest, and Eric the world was their oyster, and they toasted the future with thin slices of greasy pizza. The way they leaned together and spoke in hurried, hushed tones gave them an air of conspiracy.Despite the future looming ahead, Jason wasn’t here today for toasts. He was like a man. I must have brushed her G-spot or something because she heaved and raised her butt higher and I did not see what was happening and when I rubbed my dick against her vagina lips, she moved again. My dick went inside her pussy, the walls convulsing vigorously around it and all of my plans of not fucking her went out the window my innate biological instincts kicked in. I pushed my upper body forward and backward seeing that her tight pussy could not take more than the tip of my penis.I set out to. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted from the kitchen outdoors to her nose. It was all so normal, so predictable. But the feelings she had rushing through her cunt now were far from normal!Again the woman shivered, crossing her arms over her tits and walking slowly through the small garden out back. It was growing cooler now, the stars overhead winking brilliantly at the moon- silvered earth below.Hardly a breath of air stirred as Barbara picked her way carefully through the garden."How. Mistress Dee reentered the room with a bucket and two brushes. (The type you use on cattle) “Scrub him!” was all she said. The couple smiled and went to work diligently. The soapy water and the rough brushes made my skin pink, as before they paid special attention to my cock, balls and ass. Once I was covered in soap, Mistress Dee said “Enough! Empty it and rinse the entertainment.” The man grabbed my cock and balls pulling them up and away, “They need to stay clean, bitch!” The woman squeezed.