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"Please mother!" She now begged, clearly agitated and upset, nearly dropping the toy she'd been holding against herself as she literally jumped up from the couch a bit.I know I was standing there with my mouth agape, not believing everything that was going on for one thing, the weather outside making it even more surreal as Cynthia and I stood there looking on at her daughter as she once again placed the toy against her split, this time easing away the small patch of material covering her pussy lips. She now held it directly against them, teasing herself though her eyes remained wild-eyed and fearful."I know this is going to sound crazy Jack, but ... would you mind?"It was crazy. The thought of fucking Cynthia right in front of Joy without the pretense of her peeking at us from her window while we did, was strange enough. But then we'd already entered the 'Twilight Zone' a short time after I'd arrived here anyway by my way of thinking."Why the hell not?" I heard myself saying. Truth. Ian moved around the back of Wendy and even with out asking rammed his cock in her already cum filled hole, Wendy didn’t even move her face from the cock and cunt she was eating on and let Ian fuck her while her best friend was taking Emily and she soon knew that she would be tasting both their cum, Wyn lifted Emily up as he shot his load and Wendy sucked the cum spurting out of his cock and just as Wendy had finish drinking him Emily came with a jet of juices which Wendy lapped up .Helen was now more relaxed in the hot tub and with Bev and me getting more wine down her was starting to loosen up a bit, Bev dived under the water and swam up to me and latched on to my hard cock and began to suck as if it was a snorkel .I moved over to where Helen was sitting and rubbed her legs and spread them so I could take a closer look at her pussy, I had to force them open but soon I noticed that she was rubbing her lips and clit and with that Bev was now making a move on her. Bev came up from the.
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