Wilson and Mrs. Tucker. Mrs Wilson was and older woman with curly brown hair, a little heavy set, big boobs. Mrs. Tucker was a smaller blonde with oka... boobs and not too fat. Both had been swiming and were wearing panties and t-shirts. We started drinking and smoking when Steve went over and lifted one of the womens shirts. None of us could believe how big Mrs. Wilsons tits were. Bill then moved Mrs. Tuckers panties to the side showing a nice thick black haired bush. Then we looked at Mrs.. I was drying myself when I walked back into the bedroom. Kelly, who had showered ahead of me, had combed her hair up in that enchanting style and was wearing another halter neck dress, this one in pale blue cotton. She was sitting on the edge of the bed applying a deep blue nail polish to her toenails. Her knee was up by her chin and it was clear that she was not wearing any underwear. "Aren't you putting any knickers on?" I asked."Why, do you think I should? I thought you liked it when I went. He'd need to go clean up, and with a sigh of regret he accepted that the dance was finished. "You're a hell of a good dancer, Sahara," he said, watching as she bent over to pick up her panties and bra. She wiggled her hips on him, giving him a physical response rather than a verbal one he probably wouldn't have heard anyway. He took it as a sign she was pleased with his compliment and while she slipped her panties around her ankles, he pulled another twenty from his pocket. Sahara stood, bent. Mary Beth keeps it up for about 20 minutes, varying the tempo, pinching mynipples but always slowing down when I'm near release. My cock is rubbingagainst her smooth, oiled belly and I'm very close. At last she goes totown, pushing harder and faster, slapping my ass, my sides, my hips as shepile-drives her cock in and out. I'm finally there and I frantically buckagainst her, holding my legs tight, and feel myself just starting to comeas Mary Beth screams in my ear, "You fucking dirty slut, take.