John rolled around so he was sitting on the couch with Dolly on top of him but still impaled on his cock."No!" Dolly pleaded, “Not me ass hole,” ...but she was helpless to resist as Sam slipped off his shorts and aimed his six inches of solid muscle at her sweet little virgin ass hole.“Heybetter use some lard or she’ll never be able to sit down again,” John joked.Sam grabbed a tub of lard and began to work it into Dolly’s ass hole with his fore finger then he smeared some over his cock as. ” I was feeling playful and maybe a tad frisky, so I decided to take everything off, and just leave his t-shirt on. The t-shirt fit well and came up to mid-thigh. My breasts were firmly in place and you could see my nipples popping through, an added bonus for him, I thought. I debated whether or not to wear panties, so I decided not to. I was really feeling the moment. I came downstairs and was walking down the hallway when he popped out of the bathroom looked in my direction. His eyes lit up. And then at Melody.“I’m beautiful,” she whispered. Duh! Still, in all the time we’d known each other, I’d never heard Lissa talk about her looks. “You don’t know how much that was drilled into my head when I was young. ‘You’re beautiful. You should be a model,’ was all I heard from the time I was six or seven. My parents didn’t push it, but they let Jack set up a few gigs for me. They absolutely forbade me to enter any beauty pageants. I think they were disappointed that I didn’t have more. While we were waiting for the drinks, we noticed that we were essentially alone with exception of two other sets. One was located right in front of us on the third row; a young man in his early twenties. The other was on our row, three umbrellas to our left, occupied by a gentleman who appeared to be in his mid-fifties. My wife took off her sheer cover-up and Panama hat and laid down under the sun, wearing a daring Brazilian swimsuit, a white and unlined number that we'd bought a couple of.