Hector had a long list of problems that I would describe as age deficiencies such as arthritis, muscle deterioration, high blood pressure, along with ...hat I interpreted as pre-cancer in his liver. Mya had only a marker for non-fulfilled alcoholism, which I assumed means that she could easily become addicted, but hadn’t really had much contact with it. I spoke to Mya ‘Please sweetie, go ahead and start to cook up whatever you have left over, I’m going to talk with Hector a bit’, and she started. Brandy let out screams each time she had an orgasm making me bang into her even harder. Both of us were breathing heavily like soldiers on a training run until I finally finished, blasting three, four, maybe five loads into her. As I pulled out and turned onto my back, I got a glimpse of Jack. He was sitting on a chair sipping beer with his cock standing straight up. Jack had been watching the whole time. He smiled and said, "Nice show." Jack finished his beer and walked up to the bed. Come. And walk we did. It was just a little before 10, but the music could already be heard blaring from outside. We passed a few stragglers who were out in the front yard before we came to the door. Upon opening it, bright, neon lights lit all over from who the fuck knows what. "Is that a fog machine?" I incredulously asked aloud as I eyed the object."Hell yeah it is." A random guy said from behind us. "I take it you two know Jenny?"Emma beamed. "Sure do, where is she?" Out back, I think." He took a. You’re here for my pleasure, not your own.” With that I grabbed her mane of red hair with both hands and shoved my still glistening meat down her throat. I fucked her face with abandon, my balls slapping into her chin. I have to admit; my thrusts were being fueled by a little bit of anger at this too eager Slut. With my punishment of keeping her from cumming, I was punishing myself too. I really wanted to be fucking that tight pussy, but I knew there was no way I could do so without her.