It's why I wanted to play in this one." You did? Well... thanks Miss," dad continued to mumble while I wanted to ask her, what about me?"Should I take...off my clothes now sir, my dress?" she asked Pete as she moved towards the centre of the stage.While every man in the room nodded their heads eagerly, I answered, suddenly jealous of sharing this girl with anyone, "That's not necessary Miss Downing, Pete got some good shots yesterday." But I wasn't naked. Maybe you better check if I'm okay in. Once naked, I pulled your back to my chest and used my feet to spread your legs wide. Looking down, you watched my slick shaft, as it submersed itself in your depths. I reached around you and used my fingers to pry open your petals, finding your engorged clit. Lightly, I began to tap it, in time to my thrusts. Your body surged in euphoria. You could see your copious cream covering my cock, coating the base of my swollen balls. Watching my balls, it dawned on you. You knew just what to do next.. That leaves the new liberal-smelly girl as the sole envoy of their group. She didn't say much, but you can tell she had fun - or she was plotting.She found the time to go into the house for what I presumed was more wine as there was barely a gulp left in her glass. I continued my fire duties and probably did a few fire dances to keep the people chuckling. Time waning on, beers being drunk, not ever noticing that the 4 girls who are now 2 girls are missing from the fire, I had to go to the. She struggled within herself to try and remember why she was putting make up on in the first place. She looked down and opening the robe examined, as if for the first time – and yet somehow as if she already knew, the look that she was creating. She stood again, this time a little uncertainly, and went over to the mirror. She pulled back her robe somewhat gingerly as if afraid at what she was about to reveal to herself. She looked like a tart. Where did these clothes come from? Her jaw dropped.