His cock seemed like it would never become flaccid, and his balls spewed semen in copious amounts every time he sunk his dick into her little pussy. ...esse was on cloud nine. She came with every fuck, usually more than once. When he fucked her on the kitchen table, his cock managed to massage her G-spot and her clit at the same time, giving her a continuous orgasm that lasted nearly an entire hour. They fell asleep that night in each others arms, her pussy filled to the brim with her fathers. We couldn’t stop now… but would they open the door and begin to descend into the basement? Should we stop and quickly dress?? We froze and intently listened for any sound that would give us a push into the direction we needed to go in…phew…they were walking away from the door. I quickly turned facing him and our lips met in a feverish messy kiss as he lifted me onto the washer and slid his manhood into me. He began pounding his cock deeper and deeper into me, alternating between fast and rough. She said would you come with me and watch the door. He said sure and off they went. The rest of us had a few more shots ( i bought again ) and a round of beers and I was noting the time. It was 15 minutes since they had left. one of the guys said there must be a long line at the men's room too. I said I' gotta go too. I left my beer and went to the mes room and when I got in I noticed 2 pair of feet in the last stall. I went in to the stall ext to them and leaned over and looked under the. Those who hadn’t seen me for a while remarked about my fountain of youth appearance. I returned their compliments. Theirs’s had an element of truth versus blatant deceptions. Seeing their decay still reflected on my ageing. To camouflage menopause, personal upkeep was doubled down. My attire remained selected for attention, but conservatively. I went to the hairdresser weekly and there was not a sniff of exposed grey hair. Makeup, used sparingly, was my friend. Passing men’s second glances.