Oursecond guest had apparently arrived. Just to see what it was like Isashayed (well it was, I'm sure, a bit odd looking to my audience but itwas fun)... my way over to the door, I could hear Alana laughing gentlybehind me. When I opened the door I was greeted by a man and a woman.The man was dressed in the standard male drab office attire of a threepiece navy pinstripe white shirt and conservative tie. He appeared to bein his late fifties early sixties about six feet tall with an expensivehair. Not caring in the slightest who might see, he exited the room and crossed to the garderobe – still naked. After what felt like an eternity, he finally drooped enough to urinate, and sighed as he let off the pressure. The stream forked at first, and he pissed on his foot. “Great,” he grumbled, and finished emptying his bladder. A cloth dipped in some shockingly cool water from a bucket in the room let him clean the dribbles off his foot and the dried evidence of the previous night’s adventures. He kept looking down at me enjoying me enjoying pleasuring him. Jeff’s voice broke the moment. “That pussy needs my dick in it. “ I don’t know what I was expecting but damn it turned me on. "Do you have any protection?" I asked he said no, he was hoping I was on the pill. We laughed a bit as we both wanted to fuck but neither was really that prepared. Our hormones were in control as I suggested he pull out and don’t cum in me. He anxiously acknowledged my request and soon I was on the bed with. At last she pulled the t shirt down, forgetting it made her tits stand out even more, and turn into the kitchen.I heard simple conversation for a few minutes before everything went silent. I had to be careful, but I did manage to peak around the corner. Marg was sitting on a stool while the father was behind her. The t shirt was raised just above her pussy and while the father felt her tits his son kissed Marg. Both of them were nervos and unsure how what they should do.It was Marg that took.