Lying on the deck of the pontoon boat was a young man in his, I’d say early to mid-twenties, sunbathing. He was tall and thin I could tell he took c...re of himself by just looking at his hair. The short flat top blond hair on his head was perfect with every stand in place even though he was sunbathing. His chest looked amazing! It was thick and curly but obviously had been trimmed to just the prefect length where there was no doubt it was there, bleaching out in the sun, yet short enough to. Not even my pubic hair was a bother for her. She moved her fingertip lowly over my tip, while still sucking on the balls and I couldn’t help letting out a blissful moan. She released my ball and giggled. Her plump lips moved to the tip and my whole cock entered a completely new dimension. She took him in, one bit at the time, until I could feel hitting the back of her throat. The sound emerging from the depths inside her body were almost too much stimulation. Slowly she moved her head back and. When Jessica reached down to stroke Sara’s clit several times, she cut loose with a great, uninhibited yowl that was soon echoed from all around.Happening to glance out the window at this moment, Jessica could have sworn she saw a figure moving on the hillside. But when she focused and tried to find it again, she didn’t see anything. Must be my imagination, she thought.Afterward some of the ladies wanted to exchange roles, and it occurred to Jessica that it might be nice to get fucked. It had. These parties were well known for being sumptuous affairs involving copious amounts of food and drink, as well as having guests from earlier generations of the Slug Club making an appearance. These guests had in previous years included Bertie Bott (from Every Flavour Beans fame), Quidditch player Karl Broadmoor and breeder of winged horses Laurentia Fletwock. Even trash journalist Rita Skeeter once got an invitation, according to Lily, though why she would have even been in the Slug Club in.