As the night wore on and the music got slower, Christian’s body pressed tightly against mine, his hands working their way down my back to my own fir...m cheeks. He fondled my bottom and one hand worked its way up under my very short skirt, and he smiled deliciously when he found that I was not wearing anything underneath. I pushed my large, rounded breasts against his chest and I could feel his cock pressing against me as our hips rotated together in a kind of foreplay.We went back to my hotel. “I’ll have to keep that in mind the next time I’m in that region of the world,” Magus said.Oscar said, “Thunderbird wine is an essential trading good when traveling in underdeveloped areas.”Turning to Leland, Magus said, “That reminds me; you might want to keep the number of boys’ nights out to less than eight nights per week during the first few years of marriage. Women tend to not understand that you might prefer spending time playing poker over talking to her about her most recent changes in. Now, looking back, I think he was using something. On the other hand, I was cooperating really well. In the end I was sitting on top of him with his member deep in me, cum running down my thighs, panting, sighing... I think we were busy for almost an hour. And when we stopped, I saw that Carla was already looking minutes to us through the window. She entered the room and joined us. Her father did not touch her, but she had no problem putting lubricant on his dick and in my ass, massaging. Not wanting to waste the moment, I reached up around her hip and quickly slid my hand under her waist band. The skin on her stomach was soft and smooth to the touch as I made my way down past her panty line. I quickly encountered her trim, but very-much present, bush. I paused to run my fingers through her pubic hair, admiring the situation I found myself in. I continued down, moving directly to the warm spot that had been serenading my cock for the last fifteen minutes. I could feel my Mom.