She was grinning and making eyebrow signals at Charlie. It was like they had a lewd competition going.“I think she’s done,” Charlie twittered ev...entually.“I just can’t get enough,” Tiff grinned, perhaps more at ease now.And so it was we settled down, completely forgetting to oil poor old Sam up!It was several minutes before Charlie jumped up, shocked and worried, and pointed out our mistake. She left her bikini bra, two skimpy, little, limp cups, lying on the lounger as she rushed over to me and. My own release was just as brutal. My body locked up, only to be jolted around by hot sparks of lightning, my juices gushed from me, and if it wasnt for the fact that my pussy was squeezing daddys cock so hard he would have been pushed from me. We laid there breathing heavy, our bodies covered in sweat. Neither one of us had the will to move, we just laid there daddys still buried deep inside of me, and me rubbing his back softly. I knew sooner or later daddy was going to come back to his sense. So instead of good sexual activities I had to be all ears and let her vent. Leaving wit my balls still full was a bit frustrating. Now if you’ve read my other stories you know I’m married and have a mistress. Me and my wife have a very weird relationship. We never have sex I only fuck her feet. I’m sure she has a boyfriend but that’s another story. So anyways me and my mistress/girlfriend fuck like newly weds. So usually I play wit my wife’s feet every night before bed but this week I’ve. I could not tell if it was sound of my own heart pounding inside of my chest or that of the people watching. I just knew it was driving quickly to a point of no return…and I was more than fine with that!He suddenly turned me around and forced me to my knees. He then stepped right in front of me and I saw the idol of my sexual desire, raging before me, glistening with strands of pre-cum, pooling and sliding along its veined column. He did not ask, he only thrust it toward my mouth, and I.