I was sat admiring the greenery around me when a young lad dressed in a school uniform sat oppose to me, he said "Hello", I replied and asked him whic... school he went to, he replied "The one over there" pointing over my shoulder, now I knew there was a school there cos I used to go out with a girl who went there, thirty years ago.I asked him why he wasn't in school, the time was 10:45am, he said he was in 6th form and he hated it, I asked him how old he was he replied "18", we had a. Humping her steadily, I began to wonder what this meant. I knew Jully wasn’t the type of girl that had sex with guys with no reason. But what was the reason here? She also wasn’t the kind of person who would offer sex as a temporary way to make her partner feel better. It was a mystery what her motive was. That or I couldn’t see the obvious. Whatever it was, I put these thoughts aside. Focusing on Jully’s pleasure was more important. I hadn’t stopped humping her at least, which would have been. The hot mouths then turned their attention to me, once again, and I was erotically brought to the edge of climax over and over again. My knees were lifted, placing my feet on the chair and my ankles secured. this gave them "more access", as my wife said. Whipped-cream was liberally applied to my tight anal ring and deep anal probing began as the sloppy blow-job continued. Once again, they were practicing the art of "edging" and I was brought to the brink several times, yet denied total release.. His finger continued to massage over my hard clit and I was now dripping my pussy juice. I could literally feel each droplet of my internal faucet trickle out and land on daddy's strong hand. Daddy used it to lubricate my clit with his finger. It actually felt better to have him tickle my sexual release knob than me feeling it. I knew how to please myself, but it was apparent that daddy had years of practice. Mom sure taught him well. Daddy continued his assault into my ass with his long hard.