"Baby, I'm sorry. I guess we're too much for you, coming all at once--no pun intended. I'll take you home," he said, leading her out the door. He took...her to her own house. Marily couldn't stop crying. Peter soothed her and helped her into bed, kissing and touching and patting her; he placed her head gently on a pillow and told her that he would be back, for her to just relax, and finish her drink. He kissed her and left.Marily lighted a cigarette, sipped at her drink and her tears gradually. I knew this was going to be a fun walk when she asked for another beer for the walk but did not ask for her top back. She had never done anything like this before. We didn't get very far before a group of guys camping together invited us to stop and visit. During introductions they all shook my hand but my wife was a different story; they all wanted hugs and a kiss from her and to my surprise she was very accommodating. It was obvious she was very drunk and the guys took full advantage of that.. Just as he started to go faster the lights came on and he quickly moved away his hand. We slowly walked out of the cinema and I pleaded for him to touch me again. “Soon” he said, holding my hand as we walked to the car. The drive home was almost unbearable, I needed him so badly now. I could hardly stand it any longer! Once we got there I ran to the door and unlocked it, running inside and going to the bedroom. He followed and jumped onto me and soon as we got there, pulling off my top. Man, man-- I can see how she turns you on, dad. She's really a hot piece of ass!"Betty smiled at her husband, at Danny's father, and rolled her ass to thrill her son more, to fondle his penetrating rod with the wet satin walls of her vagina, and to squeeze his piston with the lips of her cunt. Gasping as his thrusting thrilled her more and more, Betty raised her legs to wrap them around their son's slim waist.He called to his father, "See? Just like she fucks you, dad. al slippery inside her.