I wasn’t sure what was happening so I turned to take a closer look; with my manhood, still hanging in my right hand. My cousin was in the bathtub, o...ne hand between her legs, also lying adjacent to her hard was the cord of the shower head. Her other hand was massaging her breast, eyes closed, lips in not as normal. (I don’t seem to remember the exact look of her lips); she was lost in a warm bath of passion. I could sense she was enjoying herself, but I couldn’t make out what she was doing.. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face into her pussy as she adjusted closer to me. You just keep sucking those nasty panties, I just want your face to smell of my pussy, I want to piss, squirt and cream, cum so hard all over your face. She held true to her word, she grinded my face until she squirted, pissed and cum was all over me face. At this point it was around 3 am in the morning and I was hell of tired.Then she told me to stand back up and she held on to my now hard, tight. “So what is the deal with Claire? She like you now?” he asked as I slurped his prick.I didn’t understand the question and told him that she wasn’t a slave like me. I was surprised he’d even ask that. His bulge grew, and he pushed his dick further into my mouth so that I could barely answer his question.“She’s been acting weird lately,” he said as he let me slurp his cock. It was intensely humiliating to discuss my daughter while I gave him head. I was curious, though, and I asked him what he. I gasped as he started finger fucking me, trying to hold in a loud “UMMM!” His friends, sitting next to the dance floor, watching me moan and sigh as Doug made me cum with a long muffled groan. After regaining my composure, he waked me back to the bar. I sat down asking my smiling husband, did you enjoy watching him finger fuck your wife and make me cum in front of all his friends? He laughed and said “I wasn’t the only one” and I went to the restrooom, blushing.When I returned, Bill was.