As I obeyed he stacked up two bales of hay then put an old horse blanket over the top of them. I was then told to bend over them and, to keep my hands... away from my ass. “Grab something and hang on tight until I tell you it’s over.”Just like when he’d spanked me in the past; as I bent over the bales I saw that my father had an erection. There was a nice bulge in his pants that gave this away. I didn’t dare say anything about it. What he didn’t know was, at that moment, I would have done anything. And we wend our way through a few guys in the corridor (all giving your wife a once over,) and find ourselves in a dimly lit bar. I pull up a stool for your wife and order you both a drink. I introduce you to the manager. A suave man in his early forties. He kisses your wife’s hand and you can tell she’s quite taken aback by his gentlemanly conduct.“Y’see. all about the hospitality…”Your wife continues to chat to the owner. I stand between you and your wife. We exchange small talk. A waiter. You shivered, and it made such an intense wave wash over me that it was almost like a mini orgasm. But my member was still hard, aching to be touched. I wanted to grab it and make it pulsate into sweet orgasm, but your pleasure was my pleasure, and I could see that Chris felt the same way, though he could less resist teasing himself now and again.“Chris likes to touch his cock,” I said.“He does that a lot,” you giggled.We finally hurried our way down to your vulva. It felt like it was on fire,. Their nipples touched as she went up the bed to kiss him. They passionately embraced, not stopping to breathe and his hands exploring and squeezing her buttocks.Grace slid back down her lover and went back to kissing his balls. His breathing became ragged and as Grace suckled his testicles, he started to clench his buttocks.Grace ran her tongue along his shaft and he moaned."Oh fuck," he squealed as Grace licked the underside of his head. He stretched his leg muscles and sighed.His breathing.