Her flanks were a bit goose bumpy because the morning air was still a bit damp and we could see the retreating fog bank pulling back into the Bay with... impudent resignation. Speaking of impudence, Doreen was a bit feisty this morning as she wiggled her bottom like a moving target. I steadied her down with some well-aimed slaps on each cheek and she yelped like a scalded cat and pushed her backside back to take it properly.I decided to stretch her rear opening to teach her a lesson for being so. " Gonna be kind of like that mob convention in the New York mountains back in the fifties. They took their convention there because nobody was supposed to notice, but they had an informer there as well. The FBI took photos of them all. It was a bonanza of information." But you said it was a girlie party," I commented."Yeah, that part we haven't worked out yet." Maybe it's just a bunch of horny Russians who want to see a girlie show?" Not according to Margie; she says they want lesbian and bi. Since our parents are upstairs still sleeping, we kiss for about a minute, and decide to leave our house. Before we leave, I quickly write a note to my parents and leave it on the kitchen table, reading: "Dear Mom and Dad, just left for our trip. See you in 3 days. We have money for gas and food. Will call you when we get there. We will miss you! Love, Sam and Matt." I walk out of the house in my peach-colored vneck tee and jean shorts, with sunglasses running through my straight hair, and. Sunny's hand moved down gripping the base of my cock and cupping my balls and Rose ran her hand along the bulging outline of my shaft. They dropped my boxer briefs to my ankles and Rose looked at Sunny and said "mm it is nice and big" while wrapping both of her hands around my engorged cock. I already knew this was going to be an unforgettable day. Face down on the table with my cock pointed down between my legs, Rose moved to the head of the table and began a soothing back rub. I reached my.