I was growing increasingly excited and knew that I wanted his cock deep inside me. My breasts were swollen from Dad's attentive mouth and I could feel... my insides churning with need.Squirming every which way, I tried to align my steaming, very wet pussie with Dad's tool ... but he maneuvered away from me each time, teasing me more and more. Kissing and licking down the back of my neck did it, however, and I began begging "Pleeeeeese, pleeeeeeese FUCK ME Dad! I can't stand it ... you're driving. I still discovered my sexuality before with masturbation and porn, and was really into it :). But I didn’t feel like making it tonight to be perfectly honest.So I’ve interrupted the dance despite being quite aroused and got back to the table. We had a few drinks again and at this point I was completely drunk. I wasn’t really getting anything that was happening around me. Thomas grabbed me at started kissing me.After that it was all a lot of flashes happening in my memory. We were back in. The grip on his shaft was so tight that he could not cum if he tried, so he tried not and relaxed in her. As the waves subsided, Steve held her so that she could continue in her pleasure. Sensing her legs and arms going into fatigue Steve slowly moved his prick out and the motion of departing alone caused another wave to assault Leslie. Amazingly she did not collapse until Steve grabbed her and sat on the floor of the shower with her in his lap. The warmth of the water as a blanket. Leslie was. " She threatened to call the cops to get her stuff back. She didn't have more than a box full of crap mostly clothes. I told her it would be in a box in the mail room sealed with her name on it . With that I hung up the phone before she could launch into more hysterics.Later that day I was in the mail room. After kicking her box of shit into the corner, I checked the mail. Sifting through it I came across a wedding invitation from my sister. Talking to myself "Wow I'm surprised I got this." at.