I don't think there's enough time to explain to you how many times Sf let loose but I will tell you all that the sheets needed to be changed due to be...ng drenched....I guess ice will do that to you ;-).Now you would think as much as she came Sf would be knocked out.... damn near was but she was like a boxer in the last round moving off of straight instinct and adrenaline. That combination would get the best of me ...pushed down onto a chair l, my arms and feet were restrained by the bondage. I lusted to be with John and the sentiment was clearly mutual. What next to do and where to do it became the paramount question and to both of us the decision was so obvious, the balcony.One of the other things John and I had previously discussed was that we were both exhibitionists, not exactly shocking considering our inclination to wear as little clothing as we could get away with. The balcony could be a stage for us, and it offered a wholly different kind of exhibitionism than either of us. Her hands squeezed and pulled on my already hardened cock, less than surprised she laughed and said “come to bed” she walked by me completely naked again, I sworn my head hit the ceiling; my head was in the clouds, I almost tipped over is disbelief. My mom, this thick white bbw milf and her equally sexy big and sexy friend, two bisexuals, my mother, oh my god. I grinned; you would swear I had more teeth than humanly possible. Of course my cock was still in pain with every pump of blood meant to. He was chatting like himself, telling me what he had done during the day and I just tried to stay busy cooking. He was sitting in a chair at the table behind me and I was standing in front of the sink. I dropped the sponge on the floor and without thinking bent to pick it up. My dress must have raised higher than I planned because as I was bent he stopped talking. I felt the hardening cum stretch across my pussy lips and now asshole and could only imagine what I must look like from behind. When.