That seemed to calm herdown a bit. "So, you've got the same tattoo as Joan," he statedwatching carefully for her reaction. Sally laughed it off and ...old himthat Darla had the same one too. He raised an eyebrow but made nocomment.We started walking down the boardwalk. Sam took center position andput an arm around my shoulder and Sally's like he was a big star orsomething. It made Sally smile. It made me feel a bit weird. Westopped at Coor's and I treated everyone to ice cream. It felt. We talked about more fantasies then agreed to go to a strip club to get worked up. On the way out of the bar we went to the bathroom urinals and as he was pissing I leaned over and sucked it and drank a bunch of his piss down. We got there and I was so turned on watching girls dance on him and see his bulge. We got good and buzzed and decided to leave. We got in his car and all of a sudden he said grab my cock and stroke it so I did. I asked if I could take it out, and he let me. Just like the. He was taken aback as he entered as we were so different. He left the room and returned with a camera and had us pose in various positions to show off our charms to the world. It was only early yet but my cock was dribbling pre come and mums cunt was glistening with her juices and the smell was overpowering. I was a complete woman now except for a set of constrained balls and a cock that still functioned properly. Dad led us down to the car and we were on our way but had to stop for fuel and. His cock flopping wetly back against his stomach, the head still just about covering his belly button. "Huh, Holy shit!" he said out loud as he stared at the ceiling trying to slow the beating of his heart.I knelt there licking my lips considering whether or not I liked the taste of his spunk. It was sharp. Tart. Like whipped cream topping. It was different. But it was him. His stuff. And that was the only thing that mattered in the end.He sat up and looked down at me as I suddenly felt a.