So here we go!My husband decides to start with a nice little bar with a subdued atmosphere. My entrance doesn't go unnoticed, and I can feel the looks...coming down on my fat ass. I hear some women say, "Look at that bitch, she looks like a real whore". But men don't miss a thing. The waiter comes to take our order, his eyes open like marbles. And I could see that he was hard on when he came back with our drinks.Shortly afterwards a small group of 3 men sat at the table next to us. A few strong. "Hi Dad" I mumbled, embarrassed."Hi" he choked out and then after a pause "you look... er....good....er....no, I mean you look gorgeous"I looked at dad and we were both dying of embarrassment. I flapped my arms in the air in a resigned gesture of being caught and said well I might as well give you a twirl.I slowly spun round wiggling my ass like I had practiced many times in front of the mirror.Dad nodded slowly and then I couldn't believe what I saw the towel round my dads waist was slowly. In one brief moment, she has managed to steal their animal frenzy… broken their blood high, today’s pleasure lost. She is caught and roughhoused back. Women scratching her flesh, men squeezing her hard. A hand crashes into the side of her face and she stumbles… falls. As a mass of feet and circle about her body, her soul dives inward: a fragile bird retreating to the safety within. Darkness overcomes her… * * * * * Sore eyes flutter… she is aware of cool silk lying over her, under her. A soft. “That was a yummy pussy. Thank you for letting me taste it.”“You're my... mama cat,” she said, her green eyes bright. “I guess I'm supposed to let you do that.”I gave her a quick kiss on the mouth, letting her taste herself. When I broke it, her tongue flicked across her lips, gathering the cream I'd left behind. I shuddered, glancing down at her pussy. A wicked idea popped into my head. I groaned, my entire body swaying as I gained my feet.“Okay, girls, let's practice our tumbling. I want you.