Oh there were just too many ways this could go wrong and not nearly enough good. By the time they reached the Salon again, the idea of getting off the...bus had Peter a nervous wreck.So he stayed put.He rode the bus home and this time finally got off, leaving his appointment unfulfilled.The rest of the bag was filled with less significant clothing, a multitude of skirts, blouses dresses, feminine style pants and shorts. Bras, slips, his garter belt. The panty briefs, bikini's, and thongs were. He could see Megs pussy was glistening with moisture as his hands held and spread her cheeks apart from behind. He slid his cock up and down Megs wet pussy, teasing her with his cocks head. Finally settling over her pussys enterance, he slipped it in slowly at first before thrusting into her deeply. Meg let out a muffled scream as her fathers hard cock broke through her virginal innocence and took her to another place filled with pain, as he filled her up til his cocks shaft had disappeared. “Oh, she's so close to cumming. She just wants to explode on my fist.”“She better not!” hissed Juana. “You will be a good slave-bitch and make me cum!”I nipped her clit, sucking so hard. My pussy clenched down hard on Alicia's plunging fist as I fought my orgasm. I held it at bay, trembling as the rapture swelled and swelled in me. My eyes rolled back into my head. The pressure was so great in the furnace of my pussy, just begging to explode out of me.And then Juana came.“Yes! You lezzie slut!. What’s a guy to do?Spying John out of the corner of my eye, I had an epiphany. He needed to get off; Alison needed to get off; it was perfect.“I don’t think I can right now, honey,” I said reluctantly. “But I think John is ready to go.” I pointed my chin at him.She glanced to her left, and quickly figured out what he was doing, the knowledge bringing a smile to her freckled face. She looked back at me. “Does he even know what to do with a girl?”“Trust me, he knows. He may surprise.