He stretches out on his stomach on the bed next to me. God he’s big. At least two heads taller than me. I run a hand experimentally down the muscles...on his back. He’s built like a rugby player. I shift on the bed and untie his hair. It’s incredibly silky and about as long as mine. I run my hands through the length in wonder. It’s beautiful, shiny and black. I brush the front behind his ear. I scoot down the bed until I am leaning on one elbow and our faces are almost level. My fingers trace his. At the same moment, Nancy's pussyquivers and clenches my cock as she cums and she continues riding it. And then my mom shakes and reaches orgasm alongside us. All three of us moan as our orgasms continue to subside.Mom says, "Oh that was great guys. I never came so hard. Looks like these shorts need a wash" and she chuckles.Nancy climbs off my half softened cock, which is now slick with our mixed juices. Shesays, "Looks like Joe's cock needs a wash too." Mom say, "Oh need a washcloth?" Nancy. Are you ready?”Ellen nodded taking a deep breath.Harriet moved her hand up along under Ellen’s skirt. She felt the upper end of the stockings and beyond that, the girl’s soft, warm flesh. The legs of the linen drawers Ellen wore were wide enough for Harriet to wiggle her hand in. She felt fuzzy, soft hair on her palm and took a deep breath. Placing her hand over Ellen’s sex, she did not find anything different from her own nether regions. Using her middle finger, she traced the soft lips. They. ”“Maybe we can find out later if we remember to come back.”“You know what would make this moment that much better?”A smile crept on my face and she interrupted me before I could say anything.“No you filthy boy, well yeah, but I meant ice cream. Oh you’re so nasty,” she laughed.“There’s an ice cream shop we passed on the way here, its like a block away from that plaza across the street, we can walk there.”She agreed and we walked back to our picnic area, gathered up all our things and headed.