It’s about those so clearly lacking pride, people who now need it more than us.But what about… You say, and so do I.No, no matter what John Robert...s says, a bill doesn’t automatically make us equal, but neither does a day, a month, a festival, nor a parade. Equal would be a world in which someone might be just as proud of their panty wearing kink as we are of the things we do with our same-sex and transgendered partners, because to admit and accept either requires adopting both a little humility. Another few minutes and dads breathing became laboured and hard until finally he started to hold his breath and grunt hard as he let out a wild grunt, unloading a torrent of cum in to his daughters ass, stroking his cock slowly in and out of her ass as the cum dripped out, pouring on to the sheets.All three of them collapsed in a heap on the bed, each one happy in their orgasms.What a sight I thought, my mother, father and sister all fucking in the same room. I'd already fucked mom and Jenny. You really are a good cocksucker."I sat back on my heels panting from just being face fucked. "That was awesome," I stammered with a big grin plastered on my face.Quandrell reached down and helped me to my feet. I looked down and saw a couple of drops of cum on my shirt. I went to wipe them off. "No, don't. Leave them there. No one will know that they’re cum stains but you and me," said Quandrell. I smiled sheepishly and left them. I found them somehow very erotic.When the rest of the guys got. He heard the slight rustling of her skirt as she repositioned herself behind him. Now a hand caressed each buttock, circling, pausing to squeeze small handfuls of flesh. She caught up the soap again, and lathered his upper thighs, buttocks and lower back with long and lingering hand-strokes. Terence half-drowsed again. ‘Mm, what a pretty ass. It looks good in white soapsuds, good in red stripes too.’ Joanna whispered the words in a sing-song, musing tone. ‘Must make sure it’s clean.’ Terence.