She took a quick breath in.I released her arms and she pulled me closer.My hands were on her back, then her hips and her ass.She pulled me towards her...and pushed her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues touching one another. Tasting each other.My cock was almost bursting out of my jeans. I felt like I was going to cum any second.I spun her around and bent her over the toilet. She held onto the dirty seat as I pulled up her track top to get access to her big tits.Then I started to squeeze her tits. She couldn't make out his face, but could hear a teasing smirk in his voice.“That's a bad idea, little birdie.” His voice lost the joking tone, becoming serious. “I don't want to shoot you, but I will.” He took a step towards her. “Here.” He tossed her clothes into the dirt a few feet in front of her. She took a step forward, and then hesitated in the doorway. “I suppose I could turn around for a minute. Since you obviously don't have any weapons on you.” He laughed a little, and then turned. " Food? Snacks? Beer?" Nah. Food's covered. Just show up next Saturday." Okay," said Nancy. "Sure. Why not?"Nancy knocked on Katie's front door at the appointed time. "Come in! Come in!" said Katie, ushering Nancy into the living room. "You know everyone, right?" Yeah!" said Nancy as she waved at Bob, Carol, Ted, and Alice who were sitting on the sofa chatting together. Cathy and Ronnie were talking in a corner. Fuschia and Jack were making eyes at each other next to the sliding glass patio. Looking out the window, they were virtually indistinguishable in black motorbike full-face helmets; leather jackets (both Amy’s), boots and blue jeans. Inside, after they had pulled off the helmets, jackets and boots, they kissed, topless, rubbing upturned bare breasts together. Dad’s cock sprang to attention in my tiny hands – he really didn’t know where to look: his daughter who he desperately wanted to fuck or Amy who he had fucked yesterday. Alia worsened the problem for him by undoing.