She told me she really loved my Harley and would love to ride one, she had never been on a Harley.I’ll trade a ride for a ride I told her, she looke...d funny and said why would you want to ride in my car, then she blushed again and said oh! I could see the vodka and orange juice now in a cup between her legs and she was starting to loosen up. Hell no one has wanted to ride this in years she said, not even my husband. Well your are either married to a fool or a gay man was my response. She seemed. The sound of their frenzied groans and their colliding bodies echoed violently in the empty kitchen, practically rattling the pots and pans. Even with the ovens off, the two were sweating as if standing under the warming lamps. Daniel's hands were all over Teaghan, teasing and massaging her shaking breasts, circling and stroking her tingling clit. No surprise there from a chef used to multitasking. He was relentless, and his drive was finally rewarded with a sultry, wet groan from the woman's. I rolled over and peered at her. She was asleep. I lay there for a moment, listening to her gentle breathing, and then I tucked the blankets up around her shoulders, wriggled a bit to get comfortable and closed my eyes. Within seconds I was sleeping too.Dad had to drag both of us out of bed in the morning. We were both pretty grumpy. I guess we should’ve gotten more sleep. Tara had a double excuse for being grumpy, she had her period. I tried to check my scratches, but I couldn’t see properly.. I felt jet after jet hit me in the face, lips and finally his last drops dribbled onto my tits. As I looked at him, smiling, I rubbed the spunk into my flesh. My finger gathered some of his spunk up and I spooned it into my mouth and swallowed. This seemed to be enough encouragement for the two other men watching from the side. I smiled at them. Soon I had two new cocks wanting attention. I quickly swallowed the smallest one and pumped the largest with my fist. It wasn’t long before Mr. Small.