That night we were the talk of the club and guys were trying to hit off with me and Sharon but we were having too much of a fun night, They were getti...g in the way. We made them think that we were girlfriends and kept the charade going for the best part of the night. Later, we were on the dancefloor and having an absolute blast of a time, now I cant remember who kissed who, but i had never been so wet in my life.Sharons tongue in my mouth was so much tastier than what i was used to, no stubble,. I ground the heel of my hand harder on my clit. Sparks burst from my bud. My pussy drank in the thrust of my fingers. My digits wiggled inside of me. That was wonderful. I moaned around his cock, bobbing my head. My glasses shifted.“Almost there,” he groaned. “Shit, Dusk!”I ripped my mouth off his cock and seized his shaft with my left hand. I fisted the saliva-soaked shaft while moaning, “Cum on your slut-daughter’s face, Daddy!”The man walking by didn’t hear me say these naughty things. My. "Well, I guess it really doesn't matter. I can find your name easily enough. My name is Camille Drayton. I understand that you've been making inquiries about my son. Well, Mister, that stops now!" Oh, you Yanks are a hoot!" the man said. "Can I presume from your call that you are confirming that your son is Evan Duffield's son?" You can assume anything you want," Camille answered. "I'll also give you some facts to chew on. My son wishes to live a normal life, outside of the gossip magazines and. She’d also remained uptight and fidgety all evening tonight. Ken hadn’t known what to expect, slipping his arm around her waist.“I’m not seeing anyone,” she said.“Me either,” he said. “I’m surprised you’re not, though.”“Why?” she said, taking a cautious hit. She obviously feared anything that might affect her defenses. She’d drunk only 3 beers over 5 hours.“Because you are a sexual magnet,” he replied, laughing. “Have you looked at yourself in a mirror?”“I attract all the wrong guys,” she said.