“Fuck yes Carl,” Rick said, “better late than never. I am going to give you a reaming you will never forget. Youth has its advantages, I can sta... hard long after I cum and you may not be able to walk when I am done with you.”“No wonder it felt different,” I thought as I felt Rick begin to pull out and prepare to thrust deep into me again, “it is Rick and he thinks he is fucking my dad.” I groaned as he spread my cheeks and plowed back into me nearly knocking the breath out of me. His body. But panties! Peter found himselfchecking all the time that his kilt wasn't blowing in the wind, and thatnothing was visible underneath.During the short drive to the hotel for the reception, Debbie burst intotears. Peter told her it was her own stupid fault and that made her cryeven more. As they reached the hotel, she ran inside to find her mother,leaving Peter to face the ridicule of his friends and the first of many,tedious jokes.Chapter 15 Reception slip-up"There, there." Debbie's. Running my tongue lightly around your tight little star a deep moan escapes your throat as I feel your ass cheeks flex in my palms. The thought of this special pleasure I'm giving you causes my cock to flex as well. With a fee hand I reach down to my own trousers and loose my belt, unbutton, unzip and pull them down along with my underwear releasing my pulsing cock from its confines. I touch the tip and realize it is soaked and slippery with my precum. Following a few strokes as I lick your ass. " Oh, what the hell." Androchek shrugged and headed to the steps."I need a drink," Fleischer said. Neimuth nodded, and the three of them headed to the dining room.A short blonde in a green sweater was behind the bar mixing a drink. A brunette woman in what looked like a maternity smock was sitting in a corner chair nursing a martini. As they walked toward the bar, Fleischer and Neimuth saw that both "women" were wearing masks. They both recognized the blonde as Stuart Weiss. The "preggie".