"You didn't have to..." he began, but I cut him off before he could finish."I had to pee, and I had morning breath. Now where were we?" I finished, sm...ling.He knew exactly where we were. He slowly slid the sheet off my shoulders. It caught for a second on my breasts, and then went on to the floor. His eyes riveted on my golden nipples (He always loved their color), then paid homage to them with his mouth. Dad has a way of sucking my nipples that makes me wish I could give him woman milk. After. John looked at me, “we brought our own drinks”. I could see they were both more then half way to drunk, “take off your coats sit I’ll open the beer for you”. As I brought two beers John asked, “where’s Joyce”? “In the basement ironing”, it was apparent they really wanted to see her.The house was completely wired for video in every room, I told them make yourselves at home. I went up stairs to turn on the video equipment so as not to miss any of the action.They sat for only a few seconds, once. What he was doing was getting my ass ready for his cock. He had to get it to open up enough so he could begin penetration. I found that if I was still it didn't hurt as much, then he put two fingers in my ass, he pushed me into the pillow when I cried out. He started working my ass with two fingers, I felt it open a little.“Nice”, he said, “Yo know what's up punk? Yo gonna be my bitch. That's right, I gonna fuck yo ass, when I put my cock in your hole, you become my bitch. I don't care. There was one flaw in their proposal, however. We were out of suntan lotion, as they had used the last of it at the beach on the previous trip."We are out of suntan lotion," I reminded them. Almha held up the blue jar of cream which was still half full."We can use this instead. It worked to make our skin feel better when you used it on us before," she told me."All right, but only for a few hours," I consented, to hugs and kisses from both of them before they turned to get ready. This consisted.