They both complimented me on my tits and asked if they were real.I said of course my tits were real, but then the Latino guy, Manuel, asked if he coul...d feel them.I got up and pulled my bikini top down, letting Manuel come over and squeeze my natural heavy tits.Now Rufus asked if he could feel them too. A minute later I had both guys sucking on each tit and I was getting really turned on. As they sucked on my nipples I reached down and could feel their hard cocks through their swimming. He had forgotten about her and her invitation. It was, his insides told him, a pleasant surprise. She was a smiling beauty in her stylish tweed suit. He returned her smile."Hi," she said. "You looked good up there with the boys. Kind of a mixed response, wasn't it? I think they miss the old coach some. They ready to play?" Hope so. Find out tomorrow. What, oh, I remember, beer. I'd plumb forgotten, sorry." How long had it been since he'd had a beer with a pretty girl? "Yeah, some of those guys. Slowly he worked his way from toe to upper thigh before switching to my other thigh and slowly working his way back down. The red latex was glimmering in the dimly lit room, wet with his saliva.Pointing across the room to a stereo I said, "I want you to crawl on your hands and knees and go turn on some music."Like the obedient slave he was becoming, he crawled on all fours, shaking his ass all the way over to the radio. When he got there he extended forward and stuck his ass out in the air. .not in front of my wife, I'm begging you," I heard my father whimper, followed by a loud slap."ON YOUR KNEES! I won't tell you again, chump."Then it fell silent. Although I couldn't see from the top of the stairs, a lump rose to my throat at the thought of my father being forced to kneel before another man, and in front of my sweet mother to boot."Good", said Mr Jackson. "Now get on all fours so I can kick your ass."There was a horrible silence as my poor father complied. The kick was so hard.