I was one of those guys.It was apparent that Karen was carrying a load when she came into Red's Bar. She ordered a double of Four Roses and sipped it ...hile making small talk with the men. She wore a cotton blouse and gave all those who cared to look an unobstructed view of her voluptuous tits. They were easily 38Bs with large dark areolas. She was a sloppy drunk, with droplets of bourbon on her boobs. I thought I would not mind licking them clean for her. When Karen sidled up to the bar next to. The theme was "Midsummer's Evening Renaissance" with the setting in the city park. Local restaurant and tavern owners had set up various booths for the patrons to sample their fare. Entertainment had been booked including strolling musicians, jugglers, and mimes. One special entertainer featured a court jester and his trained mule. Dress was to be semi formal and anyone who was anyone in the community was in attendance.Barbara and her husband Mark arrived at the park around dusk. Barbara was. ‘What about the master, Ma’m’ Jean enquired knowing the habits of her mistress, that she would go to his study and ask him, for it was not the cooks place so to do. ‘Wait there and I will enquire, Jean – just a moment.’ Knocking and quickly entering she discovered her husband locked into Florence underneath him, his hairy buttocks heaving like a prize bull fucking its cow, he not aware of her presence, and Florence neither locked beneath him as she felt the strength of his deep fuck inside her.. Well, as far as I was concerned, "someday" was now, because I was in my mid-30's already, and I could really feel my biological clock ticking away.Meanwhile, as Jim was humping away at my pussy, Sasha had spent a few minutes licking her own pussy, to clean it up. And then she had moved around behind Jim, and she was now licking his balls, his perineum area, and his asshole, as best as she could, considering the fact that Jim was busy thrusting his hips in and out.And as Jim kept on humping, and.