As usual, I was the bitch tonight, so I'd have to keep these nine men very happy for the next few hours. I was always the bitch because that's what I...was looking for. Or at least, that's what I had put in my ad when Frankie responded.The concession stand had been abandoned for about a year now, so it was by no means run down. It was actually pretty nice in there. The best part is, it included a locker room, some showers, and a bathroom with a toilet and urinal. Its water was shut off, so. Clearly 1990 was not to be England's year either but he was not worrying about football, he was concerned about the beautiful barmaid who had served him the day before and whose movements he had followed.He scanned the road again. It was a busy road out of Bromsgrove, as it went towards Kidderminster, but the broken street lighting and adjacent park made it ideal and he had thought about the moment he came to the town. He slid his hat over his head to hide his face and waited.He got a good. This time she held the back of my head and pushed hertongue into my receptive mouth. It was simply gorgeous, a perfect momentthat I'd been waiting for...well, forever. Feeling her lipstick againstmine, her Channel perfume in my nose, feeling her nails on my neck. Ofcourse I'd been with women but this was so different, knowing that wewere both men, and in particular that Mia was seemingly twice my size yetso gentle.Mia pulled back and I was smiling like a moron. "I can tell you likedthat, Chloe,. I awoke the next morning, happy and relaxed. It did not last. Somehow while we were sleeping I had spooned my daughter. My underwear were crusty and damp, my cock was hard and pressed tight into her panties. My hands covered both of her tits possessively. I realized that the reason I woke up was because I was about to cum. Hard. I tried to stop it, but I was too far gone. "No, oh shit, noo!" I screamed to myself as I abused my daughter's trust. I felt another load of cum seep onto her ass. My.