"Yes, sweetie, we will." Then I whispered, "You can come and spend the night with me and Ted. I promise you'll love it." "Oooooh, I heard that!" said ...Jan. She was laying on her side watching us, her head resting on her elbow, slowly rubbing her pussy with her free hand. Later that afternoon my husband Ted came in the door with the usual, "Sweetheart! I'm home!" "Hi Ted, I'm in the kitchen." He came in and gave me a peck on the cheek and gave my buns a squeeze. I wiped my hands on the dishcloth. I was going all out on this guys dick when I felt someone slide into me. I have never done a group thing before but it felt great. The guy in my pussy was picking up speed when the guy in my mouth blew his wad, he held my head so I could not pull away and I had to swallow it. He puled out of my mouth and another guy stuck his dick in. The guy in my pussy grab ahold of my hips and burried his cock as deep as he could in me and exploded. I had not been creamed like that in along time. It felt so. As a cool place to go,there was a risk of bumping into one of my recent classmates from school,and Alexandra and Phil did not look different enough to pull that off. Infact, as I thought about that, I realised that I had been a little luckyto get away with that scenario so far.As Phil I listened mostly to the current wave of prog rock, most of whichwas too obscure for a karaoke night, and I was not going to shame myselfby launching into some feeble chart pop. Having inherited my Dad's. Ned finally went over the erotic peak and shot wads of sperm deep into Karen’s gullet. His gusty cries were drowned in Kathy’s open mouth kisses. The daughters held him and supported his rigid, then crumpling body. They were momentarily fearful of having worked the old man too hard. Ned slumped in his seat, his arms falling to his sides. Karen licked and lapped his prick, giving her Daddy gentle after-strokes and vacuuming up the wayward pearls of spunk. Kathy had disengaged her mouth and held.