It was the kind of town that people fled, and everyone left behind hoped the runners were never heard from again. I looked around as people stared at ...me. Their fear was scarred into their faces; part of the tribute demanded for the continued gift of life.I walked into what passed for a hotel; the attempt to look like an old western saloon had not been successful."Can I get you something, darling?" a voice of fake honey said as my eyes adjusted quickly to the change in lighting. The smell of. I quickly undid his belt, zip and slipped my hand inside to pull out his cock. It sprang free as my dad lifted his arse off the sofa and I pulled his trousers down around his lower legs.I looked at his gorgeous erect cock and then in one movement slipped my hand around it. I gave his cock a quick pull a few times as I climbed onto the sofa. With my knees placed either side of my hand I grasped his cock firmly. I sank down on it.As my dad’s cock entered me, I fell forward and let my breasts. I took his cock in a wet hand and slid it up and down a few times. I gathered more juices from my mouth and more from my cunt then with both hands massaged his wilting cock. I then put my hands to my breasts and swirled the fluids round the nipples. I looked him in the eyes daring him to say a word. I locked his eyes in a wicked stare then opened my mouth and showed him the wet slobber there. I let some dribble out. I moved closer and closer mouth slightly open then as our lips met, I thrust. Internally I was smiling inside, but outside I looked like someone had just ran over my dog.I heard the front door open and close a few times as all the visiting hens went back to their homes to do who knows what to their husbands. Maybe a few of them will be nicer since they realized what happens when you push things too far.Three trips down and I was almost done. Turning around for the fourth trip I found my wife standing with a worried look on her face. I said nothing as I walked past her..