I didn't want to throw up on the rides. We had matching lost boys shirts like a couple of nerds. Rode the loof carousel with him. We sat on the bench ...seat. He bit me hard. Left a big hickey. I made a puddle in the seat. I got so excited and wet. I wanted him to take me right there. We spent the whole go round making out and neck biting.We had the best wine I've ever tasted. Gotto del sol imported from Italy. My M and I shared chocolate covered bacon. I ate a whole turkey leg.We walked golden. Every time I cleaned Brad’s room I found new magazines about dirty mothers, and it made me curious if Brad fantasized about me too. One night Brad and I were watching T.V. he was wearing his regular t shirt and shorts while I was in my knee high night dress with no bra but wearing matching black panties. I was a little tired so I lay down in the couch with my head on one side of the couch and legs stretched all the way to the other side of the couch where Brad was sitting. My feet touched his. We find a rhythm, as you are fingering her pussy, and tushy while lashing out over her clit, and I am driving you over the top with my thrusts. You are pushing back at me as you two are enjoying yet another exhilarating climax, while I am holding myself not to cum, as I do not wish for all the pleasure to be over just yet. All of us crash next to each other in bed, as we are catching our breaths, and you caress my chest, and slide into my arms, as you kiss me, and give me the taste of her sweet. ..Oh god what are you doing....ohhhhhhhhh......god...lick it lick it...oh god I'm cumming so good....don't stop Aunt Rita...oh god suck it oh damn..oh damn!"Rita saw me with Marsha writhing on my dick and had lay between our thighs and began sucking and licking at Marsha's clit putting an insanity into her mind as her body tensed until she tried to flee us making me hold her to my up thrusting cock as Rita tormented her mind and body with her womanly lips. She begs us to stop, screams we're.