I took both hands andheld it, feeling its heat, its smooth hardness, and caressed it. Joan wasdoing the same with mine, playing with my balls as well....Almostsimultaneously we licked each other and then I engulfed the head of hiscock with my lips and pushed, feeling the large head enter my mouth.Joan obviously had much more experience and took my cock straight down histhroat, pushing his nose against my crotch as my full length went insidehim. I pulled back from his cock as I gasped and he. Blood pulsing through the veins and head turning purple. She moved in close looking down at it and turned holding her arms up and pushing her breasts out as she out a scrunchy in her hair to hold it up and then pulled her shirt on. "I guess I better go warm up and you might want to take care of that, might scare the girls." She turned getting one last look before stepping out.I cooled down my erection with cold water, dressed and stepped out putting my bag in my truck. I walked up to the. Her bra was lacy and low-cut. Her tits bulged out. Any normal man who caught a glimpse of her cleavage would get a hard-on.Wrapping herself in a silk robe, she went downstairs to the kitchen for coffee. Pam had left some warming on the stove. She poured a cup, thought with a surge of guilt about her daughter, and glanced out the window.Just then the doorbell rang. My, I wonder who that is? she thought, going to the door.When she gazed out the window, she saw it was Bob. Then she remembered. There was also a not so subtle metallic clanking sound as we tried to gain altitude. Was that normal? I didn't think so but no one else seemed to notice it. It reminded me of a sound my car made just before it died on me. As my fear ramped up, I grabbed for a life preserver.I was used to the reaction my body got. It was one of the reasons that I tried very hard not to call attention to myself.They say that we live in an enlightened age. Women have far more rights than ever. Women can own.