Herblonde hair looked lovely with her white untucked blouse, blue jeans andivory nylons that stopped at her ankles but made her look more dressed upth...an bare feet. "Looking good," Roger laughed as he got her on tape. "Get me on film!" Megan cried as she hopped up and down to try to get inthe lens shot. "Get me on film!" Will you shut up!" Kim shouted to her daughter. "Dad, will you just goand turn that thing off. We're trying to get some work done here." Why don't we open presents now, then we. "Just be a good girl for daddy...please baby...just be a good girl...."You slowly start pulling your hips back, "...daddy needs this..."And then push back in, "...daddy needs you..."Again, this does nothing for my tears. "Daddy ple-!"You don't say anything, you just flex your fingers again, closing my throat and continuing your thrusts. And at the end of every thrust is a little extra "umph" ensuring the first few inches of your shaft penetrate my cervix. After several minutes of this, I can. Comfortable in them even. Given the way that this would pan out, the stark contrast of these two people being in this bar, at this time, at this exact same time makes the turn of events most chilling. Chilling that it to the core of the spine. The kind of 'chill' that travelled the core of the spine. First up. Then back down, before settling, just there, in the area above the tail bone.It started with an exchange of polite smiles. Then a little small-talk. The young girls name was Ella. She. He was an older man, early 70s, avg height and weight, and nicely dressed. They started telling me how they met, it was at a local adult bookstore. They had been in the theater area and ended up sucking each other off while a couple were fucking next to them.. My cock was getting hard again as they explained everything that happened. It seems some guy came in with his wife and she ended up on the receiving end of a half dozen guys using her, while her hubby was busy getting fucked also.I was.