He continued, But not in the pool. Wet pants justdon't ever feel good. With that he pulled down his speedo and releasedhis pent up mantool. Then he re...ched over and pulled my khakis down mylegs. There, don't that feel better? Fuck, yeah, I told him.Bare assed he took off down the length of the pool and I swam after him,like a hound dog retrievin a stick. After four quick laps, he hopped outon to the pool's edge and let his legs dangle in the water as he grabbeda couple towels from a nearby. The girl was staring at it and hardly noticed her boyfriend’s approach.“Found you,” Paul called out as he walked to stand beside her.Paula threw her arms around her lover and hugged him tightly.“Look at this,” she told him, and pointed to a plaque on the front of the plastic box. Paul read the caption out loud.“Here, in this hut they built with their own hands, Paula Akron and Paul Macon lived together alone, without adult assistance or interference, from June 22nd to July 13th, 2015. Already,. I cough and splutter before pulling back and sucking in deep breaths. My face was bright red as I slump back. A string of saliva connects my lips to his head as I heave in fighting for each breath. Slowly my breathing calms and I look back at him standing over me, cock hard and shimmering with my spit. I was still kneeling, and I lean forward again. This time wrapping my hand around the bottom of his shaft and wanking his cock up and down. My hand moves like a blur getting faster and faster, my. Finally, she began kissing Dorothy’s pussy through her moist thatch of hair, and wormed her tongue inside to explore the tangy folds. Dorothy groaned deeply and reached down to open her pussy even farther. Louise slipped her hands under Dorothy’s thighs and brought her mouth into full contact with the sweet pussy before her. She gently licked up and down, probing Dorothy’s sex thoroughly, and drawing a series of murmured entreaties to ‘Lick my little clit, love! Oh, lick it, please!’ But Louise.