Both of us must have passed out from the drinks. I dreamily awoke to him removing my clothing and putting me into bed. I could see that my sister was ...lready in bed as well.He kissed us both and whispered sweet dreams.It seemed like only moments later, dad was in our bedroom, standing between our beds. He had pulled down our covers; our naked bodies were visible in the dim light. My eyes just barely opened and caught sight of his naked body and massive cock. I must have moaned, as he placed his. Danny continued to knead the tingling flesh of her ass. His fingers were digging into her deep crack, spreading and exposing her wet asshole."Uhhhh," she groaned as one of her son's fingers tentatively circled her hot, smooth bung.His fingers were digging furrows in her tender white flesh, now, as he poked and prodded curiously at her tiny, hairless pucker. Jane mewled low into Danny's mouth as his stiff finger slid past her slippery sphincter muscle and into the spongy, musty heat of her. Even though it sounds like an Alfred Hitchcock tale, it's true.John Bradford, a Dublin University student, was on the side of the road hitchhiking on a very dark night and in the midst of a big storm. The night was rolling on and no car went by. The storm was so strong he could hardly see a few feet ahead of him. Suddenly, he saw a car slowly coming towards him and stopped.John, desperate for shelter and without thinking about it, got into the car and closed the door only to realize there was. The guy who directed those 60's movies, must have done so with a hard-on, not to mention the cameramen and extras.Dressing as a Belle, does something for a womans libido, as our black knickers always have a wet patch, making sitting on an expectant mans lap, a joy, as his erection nestles comfortably between your wet lips, and every movement made sends those shivers up your spine as you tend to grind down on those meaty poles of joy.By closing time most of us are in the mood, and lets face it.