The Fourth of July

Tommy and John were both laid out by the pool. It was the Fourth of July. Another hot summer baking into them. They were both smoking a cigar. Tommy had a beer; John an iced tea. They were both intently focused on what was happening to them. Cassie, the alabaster redhead, was sucking Tommy's cock. Carrie, the tanned bleached blonde, was vigorously sucking John's cock. They were both in heaven, two old bucks with the hottest girls around to service them.

"Mmmm ... hey, John, why do they call her Barbie, anyway?" John thought for a second. Well, Tommy deserved the truth.

"Barbie ... lose the bikini and show Mr. Robinson what you're working with." Carrie peeled off her bikini, showing her pierced 34DDs and pierced clithood and the dark curls of her pubes. She turned around, bending over to show off her pink asshole, and her jiggly, thick ass.

"Mmm...she is a pure doll. All to your specifications, I'm sure."

"One hundred percent. Barbie, who do you belong to?"

"You of course, Daddy," Carrie said, giggling.

"Well, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. Give Mr. Putnam a show, sugartits." John didn't dare say she'd sucked him and ridden his cock on his birthday. Cassie got up, pulling off her top, exposing her bare white breasts and pink nipples, her trimmed firecrotch and her own thick ass and pink asshole. In consultation with Carrie, she'd gotten her own work done. Piercings in her tongue, nipples, navel and clithood. But silver, to offset Carrie's gold.

"You know John ... before we get carried away. There is a political vacancy opening up next year you really need to run for." Carrie and Cassie went back to fellating their men.

"State rep?" John asked.

"Higher."

"State senator?" Tommy chuckled, shaking his head again.

"Higher. You could do it, man. Marry and breed this fine girl, show the voters how virile you are. Share your story, the tragedy, the rebirth. You could be the top dog in the state. Now let's get our girls upstairs and get them taken care of, hm?"