Katia is parting my towel at my crotch. My dick is out now! She keeps stroking it. Katia puts one of her legs on the bench. Oh my god is she really go...ng to? Yes! She slips one hand under her towel. I know what that means! This is so hot! I keep going faster and faster on Nadine. She’s rocking her hips, clenching her butt cheeks. I keep rubbing her clit, faster and faster. Suddenly she contracts her butt cheeks and I can see her asshole contract rhythmically as she’s trying to suppress a moan.. I didn’t bother to tell him that my son, 10 year old Connor, lived with his bitch of a mother up north and had no fucking interest in skateboards. ?Hey, uh, Aaron, wasn’t it,? I greeted him, as if fishing for the name that I remembered perfectly well. ?Glad you could stop by. You interested in that ‘board?? ?Yeah, dude,? he replied with a grin. ?I’m always bustin’ my boards at the park. And the Powell is a bitchin’ deck.? I invited him in, closing the door behind us. ?Come. We talked about what we planned to do today.Saturday was almost a carbon copy of Friday, except he took the kids for a ride on his four wheeler. They had a ball. We swam in the pool and played games in the backyard. In the mid afternoon the kids took a nap and we did too, but only after some intense love making. It is kind of disconcerting, when the kids jump onto the bed with us naked under the sheet.I could not believe it was Sunday afternoon, and time for us to leave."David, I can't tell you. Holly again hailed a taxi and gave him directions. Shortly we arrived a building in a very prosperous area of the city. Jennifer paid the taxi driver, and we rang the bell, underneath which was a small polished brass plaque reading, "Les Club Bizzare, Members Only".The door was answered by a maitre'd in a tuxedo, who obviously knew Jennifer and Holly. He escorted us to a podium where a very striking woman was standing. "Holly, Jennifer, how nice to see you again," she exclaimed, "and who is.