Our friends were sprawled across one of the mussed-up beds, Michael in the normal orientation with two pillows under his head and Marci on her back, c...oss-ways to him, with her head on the broad ridges of his abs. She had one hand up near her shoulder and was absent-mindedly fondling his cock, roughly eight or nine inches of thick, flaccid dark meat, stroking and flopping it around, occasionally slipping lower to play with his balls. For his part, one of his massive hands engulfed Marci’s right. Her legs spread apart enough to interlace with his and she felt the long, hard cock pressing hard into her hip. Her pussy gushed with desire, readying itself for the impending onslaught. Jake’s mouth once again traveled down Rose’s neck and throat, however didn’t stop there this time. He continued down to her soft, full breasts, the breasts that he had lusted over for weeks. He sucked the swollen nipple of her right breast into his mouth and sucked hard, all the while squeezing her other globe. Nothing was sacred and everything was soaked in lust and deceit and was constantly scented with sex. If Sean didn't realize then, he was clearly the stupidest fuck in the entire universe because everything was practically in plain sight.Sometimes Fiona wondered if she should feel bad, but for whatever reason, she couldn't. Not in the way that would make her regret anyway. Those few fleeting moments of feeling guilty somehow just increased the intensity levels and made her orgasms. She lay there dazed and partially splayed as he sucked her toes and then he exclaimed about the extraordinary dimples on her knees that definitely required kissing. He was so sincere, what could she say. She pulled both of her knees up so she could see these newly acquired dimples for herself.From deep in her past Denise dredged up her honeymoon experience and the one and only time she had been kissed down there. The Dean had splayed her just as she was now. He had kissed it lightly, and then.