Sometimes he likes to rub his dick up and down my slit, other times he fingers me to make sure I'm ready. There can't be much doubt of that; I can fee...l my own wetness on my inner thighs. The air smells of sex, already. I can still taste Franklin on my tongue. When Sam enters me I gasp. It's been a while; I'm not really used to the sheer girth of him, but I'm ready in my head. I push back slightly, my pussy craving more of him. All of him. Within minutes he's stroking almost all the way in,. I spent the entire time in the restaurant wondering how this beautiful creature could be so down on herself. Clearly she'd been taken advantage of and probably abused by people in her life - perhaps this led to her current feelings. It wasn't a lack of intelligence - absolutely not. She was so beautiful, but she didn't seem to see it at all. I found it impossible to believe that she was only three years younger than I was, but she had no reason to lie about that.I returned to my room after. .it didn't hurt exactly, just seemed to turn onall my neurons and remind me to breathe through my nose, relax my throatand let Daddy take what is his: my fuckhole mouth. All I thoughtsafter the sting of his belt were that: "please take my fuckhole mouthDaddy, I accept, I accept...please take it Daddy"...That might have been my last big gag, honestly I don't remember. We gotlost in each other at this moment, becoming sexual creatures making somekind of strange love to each other. I know that. Ronnie took me in her hand and carefully realigned me to slip between Sarah’s legs. As I slid through between Sarah’s legs I felt how wet and slippery she was. Ronnie let me go and the next that I felt was her hand coming between my cock and Sarah’s pussy, keeping us separated. Sarah let out a moan as I felt Ronnie working her fingers into Sarah.Can you imagine it? My cock was between Sarah’s legs and because I was erect it was trying to push hard up against her but my wife’s hand was.