Now she spread her legs as wide as she could. This was all I needed. She was so wet I sunk two fingers in her at once, she let out a low moan. "Are yo...u OK?" her husband asked her. He was looking at her. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride." There she was talking to her husband with her son's fingers in her cunt. "How much farther until we stop?" "I don't want to stop until I go a little. "We should all get dressed and go check out the agenda," I offered. *** Lunch was cafeteria style. A virtual feast. The buffet had carved roast beef, pork roast, lamb, five kinds of potatoes, gravy, different kinds of bread, many vegetable casseroles, soups, salads, and an entire table of desserts. "Holy crap! I just gained five pounds looking at the menu," Dave joked, with a laugh. I tried to be frugal as I went through the line, but pretty soon my plate was overflowing. I noticed every. Bringing her mouth back to his head again, she licked the pre-cum from the tip, and continued to stroke the base with her hand. Grabbing his balls again, she sucked at his cock, and pulled at his balls, bringing him to the edge of pain. ‘Oh fuck baby…,’he groaned between breaths. ‘Mmmm…,’ she moaned, sending vibrations down his shaft to his spine. She lifted her head from him, and her hand stroked as fast as she could, bringing him to the edge. She looked at him with burning eyes, and then. But it was Brian who knelt behind her friend that both repulsed her, yet at the same time fascinated her so. It was impossible for her to tear her eyes away from the decadent, degrading scene as it continued to unfold. Holding onto Rachel's twin spheres, Brian was thrusting in and out of her ass with a rapidity that seemed impossible to achieve, especially as it was her ass he was actually fucking! She couldn't imagine, nor even begin to imagine having anyone, or anything thrusting in and out.