Chelsea pulled her top off and tossed it onto the floor. Then she took my cock and rubbed it against her nipples. I watched as she made her big nipple... perky and erect. Then Chelsea placed my cock in between her boobs and began to rub it. I moaned as I felt my cock jerk back and forth between her natural double D’s. “You like that, big boy?” she asked. I breathed heavily as my cock smacked against her boobs. I felt like I was going to cum all over them at any second. “Now it’s my turn,” Bridget. From the front, Sam's features were distinctive, and Bobbi Jo had a few more crow's feet around the eyes, a rounder jaw line than Lucy and Paula. But their curves were equally developed, their legs identically long. The beads of sweat on the faces of all three men did not appear to be due solely to the sun.When the women marched back up the beach, Randall tended bar. Sam found a stash of volleyball equipment under the stairs. They defied the heat with a spirited game until Randall twisted his. Her thighs are bare… calves are plump and milky white…Hair is not wet…She moves toward the bedroom…I tip toe from the drawing room and move behind her… Her husband is asleep in the bed… If only his eyes were open, both of us wud be visible to him in full view… Ashwini has her back to me…Shes around 4-5 feet away from the bed… Just near the entrance of the bedroom… I move towards her… No longer bothering to silence my footsteps…My full-fledged hard-on is pushed hard against her ass…I have. You stand there, naked and trembling in anger and humiliation.He has a bored, world-weary look in his eyes.“Here’s your costume.” He says as he hands you a single blue lace garter.“Don’t matter which leg you wear it on.” He says matter-of-factly.“Fifty percent goes to the house. Don’t worry; there'll be plenty for both of us. Tonight’s clientele prefer exactly your type.”“Fat, frumpy old housewife??” you ponder.You learn days later that the place has “specialty nights.” ‘Skinny teenager night’,.