I felt completely spent.I helped her to her feet, and then moved her to the bed where I eased her down and began to undress her. Her tits were round a...nd firm, her tiny nipples dark and tight. I sucked each one until it was hard, making her whimper with delight.I knew her pussy would be soaking wet, and I really wanted to taste her sweet juice, so I moved from her breasts down to her pants. It didn’t take me long to have her completely stretched out and naked on the bed. I picked up the insides. ”“Well done, Michael. What do you need from us?”“Two questions, do I need to play music from 1992 all night long?”Laughing, Dad said, “You only need a dozen or so songs from ‘92. Play them during the dinner portion of the evening, but when you want them to dance, oldies, rock & roll, and country music is always the best.”“Anything specific, music-wise either of you suggest?”Dad started by mentioning:“Old Time Rock & Roll” by Bob Seeger.“All Night Long” by Lionel Ritchie“The Twist” by Chubby. “Loving to fuck isn’t what makes anyone a whore.”“Oh no?” she questioned skeptically.“The only real whore is whoever wanted you to believe something like that.”He pressed the heel of his palm back against her pussy and massaged her lips in slow, grinding circles.“What if I feel like a slave sometimes to all the feelings in my cunt? What if I want to be a whore? Your whore.”“I swear, Nikki…just shut up.”He pressed both palms against the flesh of her upper thighs and pulled in opposite. I would often catch Sam staring at Stacy’s cleavage. Stacy would just giggle but I could tell she enjoyed attention. Tom was no different he would bush up against me and rub my back and shoulders every chance he got. He loved to volunteer to give me back rubs. We would talk about sex from time to time and Stacy would always blush and giggle. We started switching partners on the dance floor after a couple of months of going out. One night it was getting late and we were all a little drunk when.