Ms. Bordeaux was in her mid-to-late thirties but could easily pass for younger. Her face wasn't classic but had a firm yet friendly look. She shook Ch...ris' hand and faced the group. Reets nearly went weak in the knees! She was a striking woman and resembled Reets' own Caryn so much! Reets closed her eyes for a second and thought "Caryn, Caryn!" But when she opened them the vision of Caryn in a few years was still standing there. Reets took a deep breath as the new owner started to talk.. The dryad's hot, tight pussy clung to my shaft. I groaned, savoring her wet, tight, hot flesh. My balls smacked against her clit. The dryad pressed her face deeper into Viora's cunt while the dryad's pussy clenched down on my cock.“How is fucking the dryad rescuing me?” groaned Viora. “You have to stop her. She's going to make me cum.”“Then cum,” I grinned at the beauty. “Bathe the dryad's face with your juices. Let yourself go. There's no harm in enjoying the pleasures of your body.”“No harm,”. “What do you say, Son? Should I eat his ass before I fuck him?”“Eating his ass would be like eating pussy. His ass is sweet. I licked it myself. He’s so clean and tender.”Before pulling his finger out of the opened hole, Dad finds Fikri’s prostate and rubs it ever so lightly. Fikri involuntarily sucks harder on Umut’s cock as his body twists and squirms. Dad withdraws his finger slowly and touches the pussy hole in a circular motion before he drops to his knees so Fikri’s ass is right in. I brought my free hand up to caress the trusting breasts I had been ogling for the past hour. Slipping two more buttons free of their holes gave me access to fully explore the contours of her bra-covered mounds. I slipped a finger beneath the red satin to flick a turgid nipple, evoking her moan of approval.Finally she broke our kiss. Laying her head on my chest, she looked down to watch her hand slowly stroking my hard cock. When she started to fumble for the tab of my zipper, I grasped her.