Then she lunged for his ear.“You like me fucking you, hmmm? You like me fucking you, Bobby-kins?” she teasingly inquired, her tongue flickering ag...ainst his earlobe.Before he could respond, she changed her motion to grinding gyrations. She gyrated her hips slowly, making his prick move inside her greedy cunt like the magic wand it was. Then she ground her engorged clit, with hard strikes, against his pelvic bone, intensifying her pleasure.“Ugghhhhhh!” she moaned. Bob was entranced by the erotic. His jaw dropped. Carlotta, to her credit, continued whipping cream as if nothing was amiss. After a few seconds, Jason followed her lead, dropping his bag under the counter and putting on his apron.“How was your day off?”“Uh...”Jason’s hesitation was brief.“Good.”Carlotta turned to hand him the cream, fresh-faced, and acting as if she wasn’t topless.“That’s great! What did you get up to?”“I met some women,” Jason said cautiously. “How was, uh...”“Mine?”Carlotta beamed, thinking of the hours. Gregg had been happy to go along with her ideas and now they both felt it suited their purposes."Ladies and Gentlemen," Gregg announced with a flourish as Maxine wheeled the cabinet to its precisely set marks in the middle of the stage. "For this final trick I need the assistance of a member of the audience. Normally I ask for a volunteer but I see tonight that the delightful Ms Victoria Leon is in the theatre and I wonder if she would honour the stage with her presence."Sitting in the third. In fact, it didn’t take me long at all to shoot my second load. No more than two minutes. My second orgasm wasn’t as intense as the first one was, although it was still better than any other orgasm I’d had. And my cock didn’t go soft after that, so, at Dad’s prompting, I went at her for a third time. It took me at least five minutes to work-up to my third come. When I looked at Dad, I could see pride in his eyes. Marie’s eyes were full of tears, and mostly she kept them.