That was all they let me do on my own for a while. Six girls were waiting for me outside the bathroom to make sure I got on the dance floor with them....For the rest of the night I was passed around on the dance floor. I lost count of how many girls I danced with from the various schools. Around nine, the tall skinny blonde girl from the pool cut in. She was wearing a wrap over her bathing suit and when the dance was done, she led me off the dance floor toward the door. We both checked out with. Oh, fuck! I feel her shudder as she floods me.“Don't stop fucking me,” she begs.I do as asked and pound her deeper and faster, stuttering, “I`m close to coming. Shall I stop?”“NO! Fuck me! I want you to fill me!” she yells.It doesn't take long until I let go, with streams of my juices oozing into her. I can’t seem to stop coming. I don't want to stop fucking her, so I keep going, even though my legs feel weak. I don't know how, but my cock gets hard again quite quickly, and I slam it in. I was wearing just such an outfit last summer when I went grocery shopping at my usual store. I like shop- ping there, and had become familiar with one of the bag-boys. He was 17, tall, a red head and lanky. I noticed he always made an effort to be the one to bag my groceries and take them out to my car. He told me about his new motorcycle, and that he was going off to college in September. That’s when I started seeing him as a young man and not a kid. I also got the feeling he had a. The slap, slap of their bodies was loud in the small room.I could only watch in amazement as Tess was being fucked by this now huge cock. You could tell that Phil was in heaven by the look on his face. He no longer cared that I was watching. His only concern was my wife’s tight pussy around his dick. He was fucking places that I didn’t even know existed. Suddenly Phil stopped and pulled Tess tightly to him. He held her firmly and I couldn’t tell if he was coming, or trying to keep from.