“Happy birthday, Vickie, can I have a dance before the night is over?” I am so direct at times.“I’d love a nice slow dance with you!” Vickie...kissed me back and draining her glass said, ”This one is perfect! Come on Jack, it’s just starting.” She wobbled slightly to the dance floor. It was so cute and oh so sexy.The song was indeed perfect, putting her hands behind my neck, Vickie pulled me close and began a sensuous, hip-swaying dance against my body. It was obvious she was enjoying pleasure. Or one so dumb that he didn't realize that ignoring Mark would mean less work.This Saturday morning, warm and nice, Mark took an old tire from the Cessna -- probably one of the original tires, one that had been on the honeymoon, he realized when he thought about it -- and tied it to a rope leading from the harness he'd cobbled up for Cumulus. The dog wasn't too crazy about the idea, but the drag wasn't too bad on him, and they took it easy, running up and down the runway a couple of times,. She barely gave me another look as she carried on eating before finishing her meal with an apple. In the meantime I was beginning to feel pretty queasy. Eating the dog food, hungry as I was, was proving to be poor judgement and I suddenly vomited my whole meal all over the carpet.Sandra went ballistic. She rang the bell and ordered the maid to fetch the women. She went over to a Regency sideboard, opened a drawer and took out a whip. "Get on your hands and knees and lick it up," she screamed. I. Totally past caring about anything except getting her hungry, insatiable cunt well and truly fucked."Okay! Spread it for me!", ordered John, positioning his prick at the entrance of his mother's flooded gash. "Open those cuntlips up wide for my cock, Mom, and I'll fuck your hot, juicy cunt till you faint!"Tina whimpered with pleasure. Using one hand to spread her pussy-lips, she gripped her son's huge, bloated cockshaft with the other, and stuffed it unceremoniously into her wet, gaping.