Holding hands, they walked through the lobby to one of the banquet halls that the group had reserved. Ken was glad that Thanksgiving dinner was casual... and he was wearing comfortable jeans and a pullover shirt. Brenda was similarly clad in jeans and a loose blouse.Entering the hall laid out with large tables and ample seating and a buffet table at one end, Brenda led them to a table with some people they both knew as friends from the group. They said their "hello's" all around and made light. Attend your wife."They both looked at me again, said nothing, then lay down the way they were before. Max was pushed up against me again, his ass pressed against my thighs. He was taller than me, so my face was against his upper back. Rissa was in front of him, facing away. I couldn't see too much, so I popped my head up to check. She was busy manoeuvring herself, tipping her body forward a little so Max could find the right spot. He didn't have any problem, and she slid herself gently down. Amy reached her hand between her legs and began to rub her fingers around her pussy lips. She moaned as the blood began to circulate through her clit. She slipped two fingers deep inside and moved them around until the wetness inside became audible. Amy slowly slid her fingers out and rubbed her pussy lips with the moisture. Amy used her two wet fingers to part her pussy lips as she slowly moved back onto the head of her huge friend.The thought of her husband trapped beneath her witnessing what. My cock was throbbing so much at this point, I was wondering if I could die of blood loss to the brain. She walked over and laid her naked body on top of mine. “On second thought let’s lose the skirt,” she said while she unzipped and removed it from my body. She rub her smooth body against my silk covered smooth body and began softly moaning again. He reached down and deftly removed me from my panties and slid it into her..inhaling deeply as if I had never felt bigger. “I see why you men like.
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