“Okay Brad and Abby, whenever you’re ready,” Farley prompted. They smiled, gripped the others hand and exhaled and tried to ease the grip on the...r microphones.‘Party for Two.’ Words and music by Robert Lange and Shania Twain.(Brad and Abby stood back to back. She turned to him, tapping him on the shoulder.)Hey, Brad, I’m having a party, wanna come? (Abby asked him with a seductive voice.) Nah, I think I’ll stay home and watch the hockey game (he spoke.) Oh come on, it’s going to be lots of fun. Hell, she’d be happy to buy the shocks for him. Her fingers twisted around the strands of his hair while his strong arms held on to her. She could feel those tight muscles. He was strong enough to hold her forever, and she loved it. She never wanted to let him go. The more he pounded into her, the more she was pulled toward the ultimate release, a sexual vortex. It was as though she were racing into oblivion, but she wanted to make it last. Beverly held on for as long as possible, giving him. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close, smashing her boobs between our bodies.I could only move my hips up and down and that was what I did. As fast and hard as I could. I even slipped out a couple of times. Each time her eyes would open wide and beg me to enter her again. Which I happily did. But suddenly her eyes got even wider and the beg turned into a cry."No, not there" she cried.I looked at her dumbfounded."Not in my ass." Sorry" was all I could say as I started to pull. “What tha-a …?” I said, looking back and forth between Robbie and the owner of the mouth sucking my cock. “Dean, mom. Mom, Dean!” Robbie momentarily answered pulling her fingers from her hot twat “I’ll explain in a minute. Now fuck this slut's face!” She commanded. Grabbing the back of her mom's head, Robbie forced Deb’s face tighter against my belly. “Fuck the slut!” The combination of Robbie’s urging, and the pleasing menstruations of her mom’s mouth, as well as the exotic thought of fucking.