Crotchless?I just needed to know.There was nothing to hide his erection.They’re old not gay are they?And now he was fully entangled in a granny fantasy mom he had never imagined.Reiko was beginning to understand that mature there was still reason to be right even if she did enjoy the feeling of having a cock pulsing inside of her.Evan stared at the unreal ass until it vanished around the corner by Deana's room, then he sat on the toilet lid.Well, I've been waiting for the right moment to do this, and I think now's the right time.Y-you like it?Not yet, but you can, just think about it, all you have to do is stand there, its not uncomfortable is it?Me and reality Ann are trying some new things in bed.I was very surprised when she said she regretted what we had done together and I felt a little hurt by that as it was something I didn’t regret. Of granny course I had not shared that piece of information with Linda. As we watched a few couples get in, they would just disappear into the bubbles. If they were by the outside edge of the bubble-covered area, you could occasionally see their legs through the water, but basically from their waist and above, it was all bubbles. I grabbed Linda's hand as we decided to journey into the bubbles. I made eye contact with Buck and I noticed that he pointed us out to TJ as well as we walked in the pool towards the mass of bubbles. As we were walking toward the bubbles I mentioned that we should make our way to the far side, because I speculated that it might be less crowded, even though I mature knew that was not going to be the case. Linda said she agreed and that it might be fun to make out under the bubbles if we can find a old more secluded spot. We also decided that we better hold hands to ensure we did not get separated as once you were in it, you would not be able to see more than a few inches in front of your face.We walked in and right away you felt closed in. Fortunately, neither Linda nor I are really claustrophobic, but the bubbles covering your face still made reality it a little uncomfortable. We would use our free hands to act as windshield wipers right in front of our faces to clear a small path to see and be able to breathe in without inhaling a mouth full of bubbles. If you did not continue to clear a path with your hand, the bubbles would quickly fill any opening once you moved. The arrangement that I made with Buck was that once we were in the bubbles, that he and TJ would follow us in. He suggested that I keep talking to Linda as we walked, so they would be able to keep track of where we were at. As we made our way to the far side, I kept asking Linda how she was or make comments regarding how I may have had bubbles go into my nose. You could barely mom hear other people talking, but it was tough to understand what they were saying over the music that was being played. As we were getting closer to the far wall, Linda at one point did comment that someone had lightly brushed up against her free arm as she was clearing the path for her face.