Pam tried to pull back, her arms sweeping over the table. She banged her fists in anguish, but before she could even attempt to pull free and straight...n up, Justin was already in position to consummate yet another of his searing erotic fantasies, a reverie he fully intended to transmute into the stuff of reality and brutal savage actuality.He rubbed what was left of the greasy butter all along the hard pulsating length of his mule-cock. "Hold steady, baby," he warned her, letting go of his dick. Our tongues were playing with each other and the kiss turned into a wild one. We were eating each other’s lips. It was like some sex maniac had entered our bodies.She held my head from the back and was pressing it on her face. I was moving my hand on her back and took it over her ass. Since she was wearing one piece, it had slid up and her ass was uncovered. I kept squeezing her ass cheeks and we were kissing madly.After unknown minutes of kissing, we finally stopped and took deep breaths. We. "What are you wearing?" she asked, a smile in her voice."What am I wearing? --Is this an obscene phone call?" Could be," she said. "You want to know what I'm wearing?" I know you're going to tell me," I said."I'm wearing a blue polka-dot dress with a white collar," she said. "And white shoes, with ankle straps." Oh. OK." I had expected her to tell me she was wearing Chanel Number 5, or perhaps some other, updated variation on the old Marilyn Monroe tease-line."But -- you're not wearing any. “I hear you, George,” concurred Jack. “Well, if you guys don’t mind reheating the steaks, how about we move Plan C up to Plan B.”“Sounds good!” was the general consensus from everyone.“OK then, let’s retire to the living room ... Charlie, since we knew you were coming, we planned something with you in mind. Hope you enjoy,” explained Jack.My stomach churned wondering what I was in for. I was surrounded by three horny old guys, so my mind filled with unpleasant thoughts. I guess Dad saw the look.