White teeth. Dark stubble. Flicks of grey hair at his temples. Creases around his eyes. I couldn’t get over how good his white shirt looked against ...his skin. Handsome guys are always so goddamn sure of themselves. His hand was resting on the table. I couldn’t stop looking at it. Men always have such unapologetically masculine hands. Strong. Veins. Rough. I tried not to but before I could help myself I was imagining his hand between my legs. The thought made my stomach flip.But what the hell. It. As his stables was for stud horses, he said there was always plenty of horses for her to fucked by, they never did the dogs or horses with other people, then sadly she was killed in a car accident some years ago, so now he enjoyed helping others have the same kind of fun.The girls stirred soon after, even though they had showered before going to bed, both had cum dried on their legs and body, also Jan’s hair was sticky with cum. They took off for a shower and internal clean up, as we got them. He had to some but thought he succeeded in mostly keeping his body off of hers. He was able to touch the tip of his shaft to the opening of her pleasure hole without using his hands. He let it sit there for a moment then slowly pushed it in. He moved at a gentle but continuous pace. He kept going filling her wetness with his hardness. She just said an Oh sound that sounded delighted, as he first entered her. When he reached bottom he sat there for two moments then slowly pulled out all the way,. " Helen cut the two ribbons with a pair of scissors. The ribbons fell promptly away and left Cathy standing there in all her naked glory."Let's pass her around so you can have a better look." Helen gave Cathy a light slap on her bottom to send her on a tour around the table. "You may touch her, if you like."There was no way any of my friends would ignore this invitation. They got up from their chairs and inspected every inch of Cathy's body thoroughly - with their eyes and even more so with.