Little Piggy was swimming in feelings, her throat filled and her mouth stretched. He pushed again and again. 'You like this don't you?' he asked greed...ily. She opened her eyes and nodded leaning harder on his thrusting dick and letting her face touch his waist hair. 'That's better isn't it?' he asked as he pulled her head tight against his waist. She shook all over and tried to nod approval as she was pushed deep between his legs.Mr. Newnen pumped harder until LP could feel his squirting right. This is a once in a life time opportunity. So better take your time and think about this offer, before you answer me. I am offering you a job as my Secretary.”She pulls a contract from under her massive desk and slides it to his side of the table.“Judging from your expression that is not what you expected when you came up here. I can’t blame you.” She says the last bit with a shrug.“But all things considered, it seems like you won’t get any better offerings this evening. If you choose to take. ‘But…well, you know what they say about the fifties being so repressed, and I’m sure some of that was true. Kind of embarrassed I’d forgotten that. I guess feminism didn’t really start until the sixties, with Woodstock and everything.’ ‘Later than that,’ Kelly said. ‘You’d be surprised.’ ‘Not that again!’ Doug took another drag. ‘Anyway. I had this picture of them, still do have it actually, taken on the beach right near where the resort is now, back in the forties sometime, and you should see. " I looked up wide-eyed at my mother; but obediently tried to clamp down on Dad's prick as he started to roll off me. "That's it, now squeeze hard... SQUEEZE, Honey. Squeeze as hard as you can." Somehow I did. Hardly a tiny bit of white ooze dribbled from Dad's penis as he almost collapsed beside me on the bed. Still, somehow he managed to stagger erect to stand beside Mom, with his now-wilted prick shiny and a tiny drip threatening to fall from the tip. I guess I DID do a good job of draining.