It wasn't long before we were ready for more.I wanted to fuck Jean myself and whispered that to her.She said that was no problem as long as Tom could ...atch.I agreed and she laid on the couch spreading her legs inviting me into her wide open cunt.I approached her,my cock was not hard yet.I leaned over her rubbing my cock up and down her pussy lips.My cock quickly stiffened.When it was nice and hard I slapped her pussy with my cock over and over.Jean cried out as her cunt got red but she said she. She made no attempt to hide and instead, crawled on her bed, then came to her knees so she was almost his height.She took his face in her hands and without breaking eye contact, used her thumb to trace his brows, then her index finger to trace his straight, small nose, then her thumb again to trace the outline of his lips before she licked them. His cock, already hard, was now throbbing painfully against his slacks. She unbuttoned his shirt, slowly, but with graceful intent. When she slipped. A small group of them were having an all day summer affair down on the Little Sandy River and the day had moved into the early evening. Brook's tiny black two-piece bathing suit was covered by a large tee shirt to ward off the evening chill and to keep the bugs off.Trey had been touching her all day, stroking her between the legs and teasing her nipples every chance he got. Even though they didn't see much of it going on they both knew the other couples were doing it, too. There had been a few. Orlie Martinez' house turned out to be an attractive three-bedroom detached structure in one of Bluefield's better neighborhoods. It was far from showy, but I have to admit I was a little surprised. I guess I had this picture in my mind of Orlie as single-parent with economic woes. Probably I was stereotyping her somewhat as some kind of underprivileged immigrant.Maybe her economic woes weren't so great as all that.Or maybe I was wrong about the single-parent part. I guess I'd better start.