It was frustrating too, knowing that, given permission, I could liberate them all. One simple push on their minds would turn them into the libidinous ...animals that they really were. Thinking about it reminded me of the feeling of my father’s hard cock as he forced himself into me, and I felt my cunt go hot and wet again in a sudden burning need. It took all my self control not to just open my legs and finger myself in front of everyone. I looked across at my father and caught him looking back. I am holding the neck of the bottle as I move it in and out of your hole. Looking around, no one is looking. I move the bottle faster and faster, as I feel your juices run down the green glass and onto my hand. Every time I push the bottle in, you bear down harder and with every outward stroke you move down the seat, not wanting the bottle to escape the grip of your cunt. After about 10 or 12 strokes you let out a moan as you cum. The waiter comes over, you push my hand away and pull your dress. It tickled a bit, so I drew away slightly. Jack stopped touching my arm, but a few moments later I felt a finger grazing along the side of my neck, and it didn’t tickle, it felt nice. I moved closer to him, turning slightly so that we were facing each other, and moved closer. Jack’s face came to mine, and I opened my lips; his lips touched mine and his tongue moved to swirl around mine. I heard a moan and wasn’t sure if it was him or me! My breathing was becoming ragged. Jack began running his. Beth thought, "Wow, was that Uncle Jason? He looked a lot cuter than I remember." She saw his arms wrap around her mom, and couldn't help but admire his toned muscles. When they got to the house, Beth was taken by surprise. She wasn't imagining anything this nice, and took the time to explore around while mom and Uncle Jason sat out by the pool, chatting away. If Beth had to spend 2 months away, this wouldn't be so bad. As the day went on, they all caught up on each other's lives, and were.