I was pressed against him. I had to look up. He was nearly a full head taller than me. He looked into my grey-blue eyes, and then he kissed me. Gentle...at first then increasing in pressure. He stopped for a moment. Giving me a chance to breath. My head was swimming. So much for ‘talking’ I though to myself. I looked towards Sam’s room. “Don’t worry” he said gruffly. He stared kissing my neck now. “She’s at work until five.” he was still pressing me against himself. Kissing my neck. His other. We decided to hop to the next, this one bar was jumping! And not a line outside so we went in and head to the bar. This one girl started conversation with my wife as we wait for our drinks. She was petite a couple inches shorter then my wife with nice c cups tits, long silky brown hair looked mixed or Latina, pretty but didn’t think much of it. I was enjoying the music but something was not right to many flamboyant characters and it hit me that we were in a gay bar. I Sayed something to wife. You need the experience. I know I won't object to fucking my brand new daughter again. I want to make sure you are loosened up some. Remember, your sister said she would peg you before the week is over." Oh yeah, Dad. Mom said she pegs you sometimes. How did that ever start?" I let her do it for multiple reasons. It's a change, and I like variety. Your mom likes it when she is the one in control sometimes. When we first dated, she let me fuck her ass on the condition that she got to return the. She wondered whom she should thank for that.As she casually sucked on the delicacy, squeezing the warm, still raw, but pleasantly spiced, shredded meat through the tear she'd made in the top of the bag, she thought about her (last four months?) most recent adventure, if she could actually call it that ... She had completely, recklessly (as usual), jumped in to 'save the day', not even considering her own safety or even if she would survive the search for her sister inside the teleportation.