’ I say, in a compassionate manner, as if I regret what has to happen now. ‘It tastes good, I’m sorry, Daddy’ she responds, in her sweetest vo...ice. Without a word, I firmly lead her by the scarf a few feet to the edge of the king sized bed. Still on her knees, I force her over the bed and intertwine the scarf around her wrists, slinging the end of the scarf between her warm legs and clutching it from behind. Her fists rest tightly on her bare pussy. With nothing appropriate in reach, I use my. The young men were their sons, so this meant it was like a quasi-i****t swinger situation, as the boys sat on the couch, while the moms crossed and uncrossed legs, led dresses ride up thighs and then start blatantly spreading their legs shoeing their nylon covered pussies in pale blue, white, and pastel pink and begin masturbating as the boys real ease their cocks to jerk away….I reach to get my wine glass and see that Ms Merkel has already put one leg over the arm of the chair, spread her legs. We knocked on the door and this woman answered. Daniel introduced us and we were ushered inside. The butterflies were now eagles. The woman’s name was Valerie. She was about 35 or so, very attractive with long brown hair, trim figure and well dressed. She led us into the lounge and sat down. “So Gina, you are interested in doggy sex” she said “Daniel has told me you have never done it before”. I cleared my throat. “Yes” I replied “never”. “It was ok my dear” she continued “I have many clients. She pushes down and squeezes, the urge of release rears momentarily in my sack and then subsides. Will she? I ask without muttering a word, as she slides to her knees. The answer is quick. My waist unbuttoned, she pulls my trousers, then black cotton briefs to my knees. The rest eventually becomes a blur as I watch that Army helmet swallowed again and again, devoured with such relish by those rouge lips. Despite the onslaught the shaft grows more bolt erect and the urge of release is.