An innocent fifteen year old angel lying sprawled out on her bed. Tis bitch was fifteen, and so innocent. Oh of course on the outside she showed the...world a toughexterior... she had embraced the Goth culture and enjoyed wearing all the markings of that culture... but inwardly and inher own private world she was still an innocent little girl, her outward show of being a Goth bitch was just that... a show. I stalked towards the bed and gently crawled over her. She wiggled and grunted as. For Betsy, domination wasn’t about sex; she never had sex with her submissives. The second was that she was always horny after a session and he was the one who she chose to satiate herself with. If whipping other people made his wife horny enough to fuck his brains out for four or more hours, he was all for it! She never brought her kink to their bed, so he had no beef.Betsy drove her car while Frank took off on his bike. Twenty minutes later, she was in the parking lot of the club. By the time. One of the men that had followed them to the lobby with me muttered, "Lucky guys..." The crowd dispersed back to the theaters and booths.I struck up a conversation with the mutterer. He explained that the store had a pair of 'couples only' rooms. They had a TV and a couch or two in them. Couples and their designated partners could rent the room for ten bucks. They could go in there and have a little private romp. My wife was in one of those rooms getting nasty with John and another couple while. On the couch was my dad completely naked. He was on his back and Stacy was straddling his face. Her head was bobbing up and down and I could hear the sound of a sloppy wet blow job. Stacy's hips were grinding her pussy onto his face.Stacy lifted her head and moaned loudly as her hips jerked in orgasmic motion."Oh fuck! You eat pussy the best. That's making that pussy cum. Oh fuck....fuck...fuck!" She moaned as her mouth moved back onto his cock.Her blonde head bobbed even faster. My own hand.