A rumbling burp escaped his lips as he advanced on me, his steps unsteady.“Dad, stop!” I growled, focusing on him.My thoughts prickled.Dad stopped...walking. He blinked, bleary confusion filling his eyes while his forehead furrowed. His body trembled like he fought against unseen bonds. He snorted like a bull, his face growing crimson as he strained against my orders.“Things are going to change around here,” I snarled, my anger bubbling through me. My fists clenched, my body trembling. “First,. I put the bowl in the fridge and sliced some of the Italian bread, placing it in a basket. Meanwhile Lisa was finishing up the lasagna. She put it in the oven, set the timer, and set the table. I grabbed the bottle of wine, opening it to let it breathe."Why don't you pour us a glass of wine, and we'll move into the living room."I grabbed the glasses and sat on the sofa, placing the glasses on coasters on the coffee table. Soon Lisa joined me and put her feet up on the table, began to tell me. I bent down and with my hands around her buttocks, picked her up and carried her, I sat on a chair without arms and lowered her to my thighs. She straddled me, moving her wet cunt up to my dick; she lowered herself onto it, and only allowed the head to enter her inner lips. She hardly moved from that raised position until she began to shake with an orgasm. She looked at me and said, “First time.”Then she took command and made short movements using just the head of my dick to fuck her. She. Sarah was a little pissed because she knew that Mary had pushed her, and it wasn’t her fault, as she went to the kitchen to retrieve a towel and make another vodka tonic she tucked her tit back into the shirt. The ladies continued playing the hand as Sarah dried off the table, and then knelt down between Mary and Ginny to clean up the floor. As Sarah knelt, Mary positioned her leg between Sarah legs and pressed her shin into Sarah’s crotch. To get out from under the table, Sarah had to back.