A butterfly landed on a tree near them. Beth said, “Oh, look at that.”Little John looked at the butterfly and frowned. Butterflies were the hardes...t of insects for him to identify accurately. This particular butterfly was a swallowtail, but without catching it and comparing the arrangement of spots and colors, he couldn’t identify which particular kind it was. It was a swallowtail, but it could have been any of a number of different species. He said, “It’s a swallowtail.”“Any particular. When we arrived, there were plenty of people to meet and greet us. George and his wives were there with their children. We would be staying overnight with them. We had to quell an uprising when Jen insisted on being with Mike and he supported her. Judith became the peacemaker offering to take both children with them and watch over them along with hers. George, Jr., eyed the pretty girl but Jen only has eyes for Mike and he only has eyes for her. Shirl and I have said that we hope everything. I wasted no time in kicking off my pants and boxers, and then it hit me . . . Kendra looked several times more heavenly without her clothes. She definitely lived up to my idolatry. And I felt my cock twitch again, anxious to enter her. She grinned, moving to sit astride me, pressing my cock against my belly. She moved her hips upward, sliding her moistened slit against my cock, my every nerve screaming tingling anticipation, with undeniable need. She reached down, singly wrapping. She simply exploded into a wave of continuous orgasms, intense and hard and rolling, and she was desperately crying out her needs. The bed was rocking and rolling, the bedposts rapping against the bedroom wall. Cara’s pussy was squirting, her juices dribbling out underneath my cock. My girlfriend was being taken to the limit by my pounding cock and a slender young vixen. Her pussy convulsed and squeezed my cock hard, trying to milk my cum out of me, but after three shots, I had plenty of.