“Mei only drinks diet soda, right?”“I think so,” I told her.“Well, grab a case of Diet Pepsi for her.”We had a shopping cart full of soda,...jugs of Arizona iced tea, and bags of all sorts of chips and dips. It was far too much, but I didn’t say that to Lana. She was clearly having so much fun. She paid with her Mom’s debit card, putting in the pin code while she stared longingly at the locked liqueur shelves.“Dad’s out of town,” she said. “Left this morning. And mom’s such a heavy sleeper. Why. Her long curly black hair was pulled back, and her worn skirt and blouse told of better days. Beside her was her traveling bag, stuffed full of those things she held most valuable. He knew she would soon be leaving, and it both broke his heart and gave him joy at the same time.It warmed him that she’d finally be leaving, since her health depended on it. Still, it pained him knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to go with her. It was a journey she’d have to make without him. Both of them. She was completely oblivious to anything else going on around her. As I watched her, I have to say, I felt a twinge of jealously. I don’t know if I was thinking she was too much into this or what it was. I didn’t have time to really dwell on it because Tiff erupted in orgasm.“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Jen, dammit.” Tiff screamed.Tiff’s hips came up off the bed pressing into Jen’s mouth. Jen reached under her, grabbing her ass with both hands and pulling her tightly into her lips. Tiff bucked and squirmed. . Bob... give him... that cock... drive him... drive him... drive his ass... fuck that ass... fuck him... oh ssshit yeah... fuck him... that's it... that's it... right there right there right OOOHH GOD YEAH!" She bucked against my face spasming as the climax took her. Bob grunted, responding to her cries and taking pleasure in his part in making her cum as well as the pleasures of slamming his dick into and out of my tight, virgin ass.Bob continued pounding me into the bed as my wife moved.