Becca leaned forward to allow me to suck on her hard nipples and lick those massive areolae. As she bounced on my cock her jewelry was jingling. Someh...ow that was adding to the experience. I could smell the leather of her halters. I was in heaven. Becca slammed me with a couple of hard strokes and dropped to my shoulder and shuddered as she came. I felt a small trickle run from her cunt onto my balls.We mutually decided to roll over. I had my elbows hooked behind her knees. I had a great view of. ." Megan nodded "Wait..." she yelped and then hurried upstairs to the room where she had spent the night. Finding the dreaded blue gown she had stumbled around in recently, she tore the sash off and hurried back downstairs."Brun, I'm not very good at sewing, but could you..." and holding out the sash Megan started to cry again. "I'm sorry, it's for Richard..." Of course, my lady, of course..." and Brun helped Megan to a corner where she could begin work on her favor.A dark mood settled over the. I continued to hold his cock and as a reward for being responsive slowly played with him, by delivering short masturbatory strokes and a verbal encouragement of, 'Good Boy', but I was careful to inject the occasional ball squeeze as a reminder of what the alternate could be.As Gail approached her orgasm I reached out taking each breast in hand and worked on her nipples, giving her added feeling, and as she exploded I slid over his cock and suckled on her nipple, impulsive but an enjoyable. We hit loud, sweaty, moaning orgasms together. His juice pumped deep inside me. My cunt squeezed his cock rhythmically, milking every last drop.I grabbed his ass and kept him close, wanting to keep his cock inside me as long as I could. He relaxed but held his weight up on his arms. The kiss was wet and deep, promising for more to come. Better. Longer. Hotter.And that's how Dad found us. Still locked together, freshly fucked, the look of our new discovery."I knew you guys would get along!" Dad.