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Chelsea opened her door and stepped inside her house, Dennis saw her sneak a hand behind herself and pull the Hardcore wet fabric from between her rounded cheeks. Dennis casually swept a small clump of leaves onto the pile while Chelsea was inside. When she came back out and tossed him a can of beer she said, “I’ll get a fire going while you finish the yard and then you gay can finally jerk off outside while the suns still up!” Dennis popped the top on his can, drained half of it, and then, like Popeye after eating spinach, he began racing around the yard at an almost super human speed. He was a flurry of flying leaves and vicious rake swings. While he ran around the yard trying to get all the leaves to move at once, Chelsea walked casually to the back of her yard big where she kept a small wood pile. She grabbed a couple logs and positioned them in her fire pit on top of a pile of twigs and paper. Chelsea lit a piece of paper with a Bic she had in her pocket and tossed it onto the fire. She spent a few minutes poking at the logs in the pit, making sure they were being properly exposed to the flame and there was enough air flow to keep the fire lit. Dennis finished up the last of the yard just as Chelsea was getting the fire to become self-sufficient. He collapsed in a lawn chair next to the fire pit and emptied his can of beer. He reached down for his shirt to mop the sweat from his face but realized he was still only wearing his boxers. Chelsea saw his struggle and was kind enough to help him. “Here” huge she said taking her jacket off and pulling her own shirt over anal her head. She tossed the shirt to him and put her jacket back on over the red bra she was wearing. She leaned back in the other lawn chair by the fire and put her feet up on the edge of the pit, spreading her legs so that Dennis was able to see the barely concealed outline of her pussy through the cloud of smoke rising from the fire between them. Dennis used her shirt to slowly wipe the sweat from his face, careful to keep at least one eye on Chelsea the whole time. When he had finished she asked, “You ready to jerk off now?” Dennis laughed, “I’ve been ready since you walked outside like two hours ago.” “Go for it.” Chelsea said leaning forward a little. Dennis didn’t need any more encouragement than that, he quickly pulled his boxers down, revealing the boner they had been poorly concealing since he sat down. He began stroking his dick slowly, getting into his tried and true rhythm. He was very used to doing this alone, but something about having an audience made it feel very different. He made eye contact with Chelsea who was staring, transfixed at him while he pulled on his dick. “You want a closer look?” He asked since she was leaning so far forward that her hair was almost falling into the open flames. She nodded and slinked over to where he was sitting. She stood over him, looking down on him with his dick in his hand. Dennis looked up at her and saw her carefully spit a small glob of saliva a few feet above his dick. She had good aim and it landed on his fingers, a string of drool still dangled down from her mouth. She laughed as she wiped her mouth while Dennis rubbed her saliva over his cock while he jerked it. It felt so much better that Dennis was about to ask her to do it again when she reached a hand into her pink and green panties and swirled it around. When she pulled her hand out again it was wet and glistening in the afternoon sunlight. She used a few fingers from her other hand to scrape her pussy juices off her fingers and onto Dennis’ dick. He wasn’t sure whether it was straight pussy juice or if there was some pee mixed in, and he didn’t really care either. It felt incredibly slick and he was feeling close to cumming again, this time he wasn’t planning on letting anything stop him from orgasming. His hand got quicker and he began to squirm as his body prepared itself. Sandy nodded emphatically. Then, a whole new world opens up when Cindy's younger sister Annie drops out gay of high school in Indiana and big comes to Los Angeles with a band of bikers. After about 20 minutes where both Grace and Emily really relaxed and enjoyed themselves teasing the guys, I told them that I was just going to remove my tube because I wanted to try the new machine that Darren had told us about. Her knowledge was incredible. They both knew how badly they wanted to fuck each other. The man, still kissing her, moved her over towards the bed. Hardcore I want you to watch every second of this! “Why?” Jacob said out loud. 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I’ve been leaving my door open for him to spy at me and have been letting him help me to get dressed, just to let him look at my body. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. She said in her even drawl.