I was pretty sure I was going to enjoy this. I was more curious than ever to see what her husband looked like. He is a fat guy considerably older than... Jodie or I, about 45 and balding. When I walked into the living room, I saw that he was wearing thigh highs on the couch. He also had a black spandex thong on. His legs were spread and be looked at me while he smiled and stroked his apparently small dick through the material."Strip for him," she ordered me. "Put these on." She tossed me a thong. I let him back in and dressed to lie out beside the pool.I got up after some time and went back inside to cool off some. As soon as I was inside, something cold brushed my buttocks. I turned and shrieked swiping at Barney's nose. He recoiled and he looked hurt, his eyes were full of emotion. I held out my hand and apologized and he dipped his head right between my thighs, his long raspy tongue licking the fabric of my bikini bottom. Instantly, my legs went rubbery. I probably let him lick. How theyhandled it public was their problem.I was determined to give them what they wanted and brought both men toorgasm.I could feel their cum over my rubber gloves and I could also feel ahand placed on both my wrists.To my horror both men removed a lettuce leaf from my plate and proceededto wipe my gloves clean of their cum and they did this whilst all thetime continuing their business conversation. I didn't exist!When they were satisfied that they had cleaned my gloves from their cumthey. More than a little, actually.And very, very jealous.“What’s going on?” Donna murmured softly to Emily, putting her hand on her best friend’s arm to give it a loving squeeze. “Something’s up...”“Let’s find out,” Emily replied. “I think this is somethingpurplewe need to know about–”A loud squawk and screech cut through all the whispers and murmurings in the hallway, making Emily and just about all of her fellow Patriot High students collectively wince in pain. “Sorry,” blurted out a voice from.