Ashley nodded, and waited.The remote controlled egg in her cunt sprang into life, making Ashley shudder with pleasure. She did what she could to ignor...e it. She waved to Janie and saw the other woman nod."Hit it, lover," Ashley told Brad. "I want to feel a nice long one, okay?"Brad grinned broadly and put his hand in his suit coat pocket. Ashley felt nothing, but she saw Janie's hand fly up across the room. Ashley moaned just loud enough for Brad to hear, though she actually felt nothing. Janie. I hadn't been noticed yet as it was dusk and I was partially hidden by some brush. I watched as the one who got the sleeping bag rubbed his dick all around my wife's face, getting it covered in the cum she didn't manage to swallow before sliding into her mouth.The guy fucking her quickened his pace, arched his back and groaned while filling her with his load. The last guy quickly took his place and side inside her, fucking with long slow strokes. He didn't last long and came with a load grunt.. It felt lovely as my warm hands ran up and down your back. You lifted up your arms. I knew what that meant, and I pulled off your t-shirt. The rain rolled over your boobs. That made you shudder, but everything hardened and made you tingle. My head went down to your boobs. You leaned back and enjoyed as I kissed and sucked on your boobs. Your hands, meanwhile, were busy. Undoing my belt, button and zip. Releasing my hard cock from its prison. It burst out as you released it, springing to. I told her. I explained that Granddad was off on a trip, and I was house-sitting for the duration. It helped, I think, that I bore at least a vague resemblance to the old man who lived there.She bought my story. Mrs. Schmidt, a young married woman in her mid-30s, couldn't help but betray a mild interest in me, similar to that displayed by the young waitresses at the cafe.What a pleasure it was to be a young, handsome man again! But I knew her husband -- Mr. Schmidt -- was a vigorous young man.