"Stephen?" she said, touching his shoulder. He slumped over, and in the dim light she saw his face: pale, unmoving, mouth wide open. His eyes were fla...t and glassy, like a stroke victim. "Stephen? Stephen!" she shook him and his eyes moved to her, but there was no hint of recognition. He tried to talk, but his voice was choked, and when she let go of him he flopped over like a ragdoll. Ellen looked at her daughter. Sarah was staring, unblinking, into the darkness, her arms wrapped around her. “Ok, yes, I don’t want to be here,” I admitted with a faint laugh.We looked at each other for about half a second and then with a whisper she said, “I will make it worth it.”I smiled at her comment and replied, “And how will you do that?”A mischievous ‘My lips are sealed’ smile formed across her face and then she turned and looked at the stage.The lights dimmed and the curtains opened slowly as music filled the room signaling that the ballet was beginning. We were sitting there for what seemed. Each stroke his cock seemed to grow larger inside me. I could feel it growing as he fucked me. Each stroke of his growing penis drove to deeper and deeper depths. After what seemed an eternity his breathing changed. He pressed even harder into me and held his cock there buried deep inside me. He grunted into my ear as his cock began to pulse. I felt each jet of searing hot cum pass along the length of his cock. Then I felt it exit the tip and slosh inside of me. Jet after jet of cum was. This seemed to please the majority. I wasn’t totally out of bounds, and they all approved of me spending time with my kids, so things settled down to a new norm.One other thing I changed was I’d pick a girl to come on the trips with me. Two criterions were that I’d have to have slept with them on a previous occasion, so I knew what I was getting, and they had to have bling. I’d always check with Rusty when they were last in season and preferred to pick a girl who had just had hers.The girls.