" Oh, no, darling," Shelly purred, "I want to take them off."She unhooked her tiny bra and let it pop free of her enormous thrusting tits. Don groaned...as his eyes locked on those fantastic melons. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started inching them down.Don watched, helpless and fascinated, as she worked her panties lower and lower. He saw her flame-colored bush emerge, and then the panties were sliding down her nice long legs. She kicked them away and stood. I tried going under the water once in a while so I could look at Dylan’s dick, but without swim goggles, and especially in the night, it was a lost cause. Thankfully, this made my boner subside for the time being. After while of this, Tracy stood up, shouting “Fuck! The cops are coming through!!”As part of the patrol, the one cop on duty would drive through the pool parking lot to look for anyone doing….well exactly what we were doing. Chris and Tracy bolted for the hole in the fence. There was. She unhooked her bra under her sweater and groped her tits.Ever since she had gotten pregnant Katy’s pussy had smelled and tasted a little different. It was tangier and had more flavor, which turned me on even more. I was so focused on eating her out that I failed to hear the footsteps coming down the hall. Before I could disengage my mouth from Katy’s pussy I heard the door swing open behind me.I spun around in his chair, eyes wide and lips wet with Katy’s juices. Standing in the doorway was,. The professor was there, sipping a beer and regaling the excavators with exploits real and imaginary."What have you in your shirt, Hairy?" He questioned.I couldn't speak, with both hands I just handed him the shirt. He felt the weight and the size, "I think we need to take this to the artifacts tent. We need a table. Someone start the generator. We'll need the light."When we were all seated he unwrapped the shirt where only he could see.He looked at me and sighed, "Hairy, what have you done?".