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 The Dunkin Family The Day After Part 1 (A Phenomenal Day)

   Continued from The Boyfriend Parts 1 to 5

   Sunday morning I enjoyed sleeping in a bit late.  As I made my way
downstairs following the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, I passed by a
hardshell guitar case parked conveniently inside the front door.  Through
the kitchen window I watched Lisa doing her morning laps in the pool as I
poured myself a cup of wake me up.

   Wandering back to the front room, I set the cup on an end table and
retrieved the guitar case.  Laying it upon the coffee table, I opened it as
I took a seat on the couch.  The cherry sunburst finish was pristine
against the ebony fingerboard.  The wear on the higher frets bore testimony
of three generations of practices, jams, and gigs.  More than a musical
instrument, even more than just a really nice guitar, this was a piece of
Dunkin family history.

   I took the 68 Les Paul out and slowly ran my palm up the smooth neck
then laid it on the couch beside me.  Opening the candy box I pulled out an
old folded piece of paper and sat back sipping my coffee and carefully
unfolding the document.

   Dated July 12, 1969, the faded sale price of $325.00 was a fortune to my
father when he carried this instrument out of a pawn shop on the day I was
born.  As the years passed my father played this guitar with a lot of
different bands, some of half decent fame.  More importantly, it brought
and kept us close as he used it to pass along his knowledge and passion to
me.  Dan was born about five years after my dad died so it was more than
pride that I felt when my son took to it as he did.  I was pretty good, but
Dan was a natural like my father.  I guess it must be true that certain
things skip a generation.

   Replacing the receipt and the guitar in the case, I put it back in the
front hall and carried my coffee out where Lisa was drying herself off by
the pool.  Approaching her mid forties, my wife made 'yummy mommy' an
understatement.  She was only three years younger than me, but more than
once we had gone out and people thought she was my daughter.  Many times we
had fun as we neglected to correct them.  Setting my cup on the patio table
I slipped off my robe and dove head first into the pool for a quick skinny
dip.

   As I got out and dried off Karen and Lisa were curled up together on a
lounge chatting and giggling like sisters.  I picked up my mug taking a
couple sips then put on my robe and joined the conversation.  Dan would be
gone most of the day practicing with the band which left the three of us
with no real plans.  It was going to be a phenomenal day so we agreed on
the beach rather than just hanging around the house.

   Randals Resort is a naturalist resort on Lake Mohawk.  With a clubhouse
nestled in a wooded alcove it has a pool, tennis court, and many open and
secluded park - like areas.  Along the lake is a private beach less than a
quarter mile from the public one.  Membership is expensive and exclusive.
Currently there are about 20 families, 50 or so couples who ranged from
early 20s to retired, and a handful of rigorously screened single men and
women.

   After a light lunch in the clubhouse we lockered our clothes in the
family change room and hit the beach.  We entertained ourselves and each
other playing in the water and laying on the sand under the hot sun.  Lisa
got up after a bit and after a quick rinse in the lake said she was going
for a walk to see if there was anyone we knew.  As she strolled through the
open area of the park there were a few families and couples picnicking and
playing badminton and such.  She continued along the path to a more wooded
area and it wasn't long before she heard voices ahead.

   It was becoming apparent that the voices were all male, and as she
reached a clearing off the path it was confirmed.  There was a group of
young guys along with a few that looked to be dads forming a close circle,
each one with their hand full of the next ones hard cock.  Lisa looked
closer and noticed a few familiar faces.  She walked up to the group of
strokers and with a sultry hello, her request to spectate from within the
circle was cheerfully granted.

   Once surrounded Lisa kneeled to cock level and took in all the shapes
and sizes.  Most of the guys were about Dans age or a bit older.  They and
most of the dads ranged from 5 to 7 or so inches.  One of the dads she
knew, Dale Rank, was the exception.  His cock was easily 12 inches, maybe
more.  She had seen Dale nude several times before, but never hard.  Lisa
was finding it difficult to take her eyes off this perfectly sculpted
monster.  But not wanting to be rude to the others she made a point of
looking around.

   Just as she looked up at the teen in front of her his cock unleashed
several streams of cum into the air.  Some of it found Lisa square on the
face and hair.  She leaned in to clean up the bit left dripping from his
modest shaft just as the boy next to him started to pump his load onto
Lisa. The second boy looked about the same age as the first but had a good
two inches more.

   As she finished cleaning the first two cocks she could feel the hot
force of two more cocks unloading on her back and shoulders.  As she turned
to see who it was, Dales snake hit her face with a loud slap.  He hadn't
cum yet and Lisa didn't hesitate a second as she took some cum from her
chin and lubed the 12 inches as she started it down her throat.  It was
thick enough to make her gag a bit but she recovered quickly and had her
lips pressed against Dales shaved balls just as he lost control.  His cock
pulsed inside of Lisa with the pressure of a fire hose.  Four, five jets of
cum deep in her.  She pulled it out holding it with both hands as it
continued to shoot endless streams of jizz.

   Lisa was barely able to open one eye as the rest of the gang took their
turn making their cum slut irresistible.  She and the guys didn't see Karen
and I holding back behind the tree line watching my wife "observe".

   Clearing away only the cum around her eyes Lisa licked her fingers clean
and basked in her gooey coating.  This was not her first gang, nor her
biggest.  When Karen and I joined Lisa at a picnic table in the clearing,
all of the guys were gone except for Dale and his two sons.  Although she
kissed me somewhat carefully when she saw me, I still had to lick some cum
off my lips.  Karen got a little more off my chin and sucked it from her
fingers.

   The five of us sat catching up for awhile and Dale accepted our
invitation back to our house for dinner.  We walked back to the beach for a
quick dip in the lake then into the family change room for a hot shower. 
We got in our cars and agreed to meet up at our place.

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