That hot cunt is gonna be getting another creamy shower pretty soon,” Dad observed, stroking Mom’s pliant box well.“That better be the ONLY plac... that she gets a creamy shower, Mr. Evans,” she panted, pistoning slowly on his invading fingers.As they bantered, Erika writhed on my cock and hungrily worked my father’s tool back into the warm recesses of her throat. I could see her transfixed by the sight of my Mom’s thick-lipped cunny being split and manipulated by Dad’s talented fingers. I, too,. The barmaid disappeared into the lounge part of the pub to attend to the three old men“We’ll let Steve be in charge of the music” one guy said as he produced a boogie box from beneath the table.“Hope you like Bon Jovi?” Rich said.The guys’ re-arranged twelve chairs in the bar back to back. Each sat down. Josh beckoned Tree over to sit on his lap.“Start the music Steve,” he yelled, and they all cheered as Josh passed Tree onto Barry, who was sitting next to him. I wasn’t sure what was. Various fruity notes of strawberry and chocolate wafted over from the lube section to your left. On your right were a couple rows of shelves with various tools and toys. In the back on the left was a western style double swing door and a red neon sign that read, “Video Booths and Bathroom”. A smaller normal sign below read, “Video tokens available at counter.”To the right of the door is the eponymous counter, there’s some select items in the glass case innards. Standing behind it is a tattooed. ” That final word, explode. He said it so lusciously, in such a dripping wet, lascivious manner. His permission, his words … she did explode, oh heaven help her did she explode. Her hips bucked madly, her back arching till it hurt. She thought she would turn fully inside out. She screamed, wailed madly against a steely mouthful of cock. One bolt of raging release coursed through her after another, gathering from the very core of her form and surging out through her pussy like an unstoppable.