When we got off the elevator the matre'-de met us saying "Welcome Mister Thomas and Kim. We've been expecting you and your table is ready and waiting.... Just follow me." I could see that Kim was severely impressed by the look on her pretty face.We were seated at our table and immediately a server came over to take our cocktail orders. I ordered "A martini for me and a Shirley Temple for the lady."After the server left Kim leaned over and whispered in my ear "Dad, what's a Shirley Temple?" I told. “Come prepared for a workout,” Pam responded, adding a happy face after the word “workout.”I had no idea where the workout offer was leading, but my man-sense told me that if I played my cards just right, I might get lucky. Now all I had to do is come up with a story to excuse my Saturday afternoon absence from the "honey-do" list my wife had created. Fortunately, Marianne had planned an afternoon out with the ladies. I jokingly replied that she always had more fun than I did, whenever I would. ”It was one of his dad’s favorite t-shirts from an old rock concert. ‘Was’ being the key word. It was soon to be a cum rag.As Lisa leaned up to release Josh’s cock from her pussy, she used the shirt to catch all the dripping cum. Once she finished wiping herself, she then folded it over and then used it to clean off Josh’s cock. She then leaned down and gave his cock-head a little kiss, “All done.”With that done, they returned back to the front, but not until Josh watched as Lisa threw the. The pain was about to get worse....much worse. Once the head was in it was the beginning of the end as I was able to now push inch by inch, slowly into her as she convulses and howls " OMG! OMG! OHHH! OHHH!! UUHHH! OHHH! UH-UH-UH-UUUHHHHHOOOOOOOOO." Finally I got my entire shaft in, my balls resting aganist her ass. Her traumatized sphincter clenchs and convulses around the base of my hard instrument. It feels amazing, so unbelievably tight. My cockhead buried deep in her tight ass was sheer.