Some Big Booty Shaking

If he had shrinkage…well if he did, he had plenty left over. Cindy stood on the swim platform, still naked, and still with cum dripping from her ass crack and down her thighs. She has the biggest clean up task, I thought as Cindy’s tight, athletic body splashed into lingerie the Pacific. Once everyone was rinsed and refreshed, we stowed the gear and headed back towards Moolooaba. Ronnie and Oliver were sitting and chatting in the bow of the boat. Oliver wore only a t-shirt, his impressive manhood lying flush against his thigh. Ronnie remained naked, not that her bikini ever covered much of her hot body. Ronnie seemed enamored with Oliver’s penis, staring it at it while they talked, occasionally taking it in her hand and stroking it slowly, sometimes bending over to take the massive head into her mouth. From where I sat at the helm, it looked like amateur Oliver Solo might actually be hard again before we reached the marina. Cindy was sitting on the bench seat, arms draped over the gunwales, wearing nothing but a pair of large sunglasses. She seemed lost in thought, or in her mind reliving the hard fucking she just got. I wore only a shirt and shades while I piloted the boat. I played with my cock with my free hand, but I doubted anything could bring about its resurrection. I drove on, daydreaming about how wild it was to feel Oliver’s cock sliding along mine in Cindy’s ass, separated by a mere fraction of an inch. Remembering how wonderfully hot, wet and tight Cindy’s indian twat was gave me stirrings of a revival, but the prognosis was doubtful. When I snapped out of my trance, I noticed that Oliver was up and standing in front of Cindy. One foot was up on the bench and Oliver’s balls were clearly swinging between his skinny legs as Cindy’s head bobbed up and down Brunette on his lucky cock. Ronnie was playing with her clit watching her friend suck cock. I could see her body convulse somewhat each time she came and her wetness oozed from her exposed pussy. Her eyes met mine momentarily and I motioned for her to come over. “Hey, Professor, what’s going on?” she asked. “You looked lonely,” I replied, motioning for Ronnie to sit on my left knee. I felt the warm wetness of her teen pussy as she straddled my leg and her wet cunt rested on my thigh. “What’s on your mind?” I asked as I slid my hand between Ronnie’s legs. “Ohhh…” Ronnie moaned as my finger found her clit. I played with her throbbing little lady, touching and feeling to find where I got the most reaction from her. “No, we were told only to show them to customer services representatives.” “But they like to be 'clever' and use the same initials as their organization.” She pulled her lips together nervously. He was tempted to slightly power her up so she talk sooner, then thought better of it. “It fits Rosario's mouth just fine.” “Thanks.” “Have you Brunette had sex with a woman?” I indian told her “Cmon abhi se bas?? Solo "Mm mm that feels lingerie so good sweetie!" Thanks!” I say as our eyes connect for a moment, a string of hair that wasn’t held in by the ponytail falls from her ear. It was a good blow, the best she'd landed, and her ax hardly penetrated. She had made eggs, hashbrowns and sausage with pancakes. “It’s uh… it’s what we had in the Highlands, so… you know… it might work.” I mean, granted, I wasn’t exactly the one in Megan’s shoes here, but it did seem a bit drastic. with his cock in her mouth hell it was down her throat because he must be at least nine Nodding Ephus touched her arm watching as relief started amateur to come to her face. But I wasn't about to do that.