”The dad that Ron complained would hit on his girlfriends.Ron’s dad had come home and insisted they all spend the night. Then he had found her on ...he bed crying. She had been crying because she tried to tell Johnny how great the sex was, and he was barely paying attention, instead, talking about how the guys need to do Carla next. Some of the boys were exhausted, wanting to crash instead. Johnny had left the room without a glance back to go find ditsy Carla.The dad, on the other hand, had. My finger makes contact with his perineum and curse words go flying as we bring him to an extremely loud climax. ‘Holy fuck! I’m cumming! Don’t stop!’ Christie swallows his cum like a pro with nothing being wasted, turning to kiss me so we can share the taste of her husband’s cum. He’s not unpleasant tasting but I’ve had better. Soon, we’re both on the bed with Christie’s tongue swirling on my breasts. ‘Please…right there!’ I say as I hold her head to my chest. Her tongue is swirling around one. She didn’t even know his name. Deciding then and there to act more confident than she was feeling, she stood up and walked to the front of the bus. ‘What’s going on? Why are we stopping?’ she asked. He had parked the bus completely by now. He turned to look at her, smiling. He inclined his head, beckoning her closer. She obliged. Before she had time to think, he had leaned across the barrier and kissed her. After a seconds’ hesitation, she threw caution to the winds and kissed him back,. The three of us went out to dinner to a nice cozy place know for its dim lighting and the fact it was known as a lover’s hangout. You can see all sorts of foreplay there. It was romantic and both Brad & Doug made me feel very special especially when I danced with either of them. I wore six inch heels, a short dress that barely covered my butt. Of course no panties as usual. The front of this dress was low enough so the half bra I wore just about showed my nipples. I know Brad & Doug were both.