He slept a good eight hours so there was plenty of time to suck and for the hot studs to fuck my pussy and ass. I was totally covered/drenched in hot ...wonderful cum by morning. I had put my housecoat on and washed my face before I went to the kitchen to make Paul his morning coffee. He always insisted on having his breakfast at his favorite cafe on the way to work. Meanwhile the construction workers had come up from the basement all with smiles on their faces. None of them had worn their. I had never been this deep in her. I could feel something at the end of my dick, every stroke. I was stroking slowly. Shirley was moving her bottom up and down really fast. She said "faster, harder, faster."I started banging really hard with seemingly perfect self-control. This felt great, in and out really fast, in till our bones were together, then back out till just the tip was inside. Before I could reverse directions she was pushing herself back up to me. We did this for a long time.. They had carrying cases which unzipped completely to make a waterproof ground sheet, they were as light as modern manufacture could make them, but even so I was happy when we found a spot, with a good view of the stage, that had been erected in a natural shallow bowl in the parkland.Having set up our chairs, we placed the hamper between us. Eve immediately offered me a choice of coffee, or wine."A glass of wine will go down well." She opened the hamper and I saw straight away why it was so. That gave it the "cougar" look that she was looking for of age play between an older female and a younger male that was all the go these days.She had an entire audience cheering when her two young female assistants offered up their bums to be paddled by some university students with long arms and strong fingers. Their sounds of indignation filled the small studio along with the crack of hard palms on soft female flesh.Hyacinth found that she was in a state of extreme frustration watching them.