‘It’s mine Marie. I own ten acres and this little pond is a part of my property. This is the back entrance. Come on, let’s see what your picnic ...lunch holds.’ Grabbing the basket and a blanket from the trunk we headed for the cool shade provided by the stately Elm holding sway. Spreading the blanket, I dropped to my knees and watched the ripples on the pond from the slight breeze. Chirps from the birds, fluffy clouds and the sun had peace descending over me. Relaxing on the blanket, I watched. Unlike the theater where the guys were in control this was her game. She could do what she wanted. Suck it, jerk it off, play with it until climax or send it back and get a new one. She smiled as she teased the underside of the cock with her tongue and lightly touched the balls. As she swallowed the prick, moans and groans came from the other booth. It wasn’t long before it stiffened, jerked and spouted a large amount of white cum all over N’s pretty face. I in the mean time had removed an. But now, Ed circled behind Bronte, who was imploring him "No, Ed, Mister Cullen, please not the carpet beater, oh God." Bronte's feet were growing a little blue, but after Trixie began swatting Bronte's breasts and belly with the fiberglass whip, Bronte began jumping and dodging, and Ed herded her back from escaping the porch with the steel beater, which was leaving the imprint of its lattice end on her pretty buttocks.Back and forth Bronte ducked and weaved, dancing about in the freezing. Ray's long, hard dick was now pressed against Cindy from her pussy up to her belly. Instinctively, she began pushing up to increase the delicious pressure. He responded by grinding his cock against her smooth skin. They had been kissing with a fierce, almost painful intensity. But now she changed the pace. Putting her hands on the sides of his head, she gently inserted her tongue between his lips and started moving it around like a languid snake, making slow, sensuous oral love to his mouth..