I could hear him tell my daughter he had cum, he needed some time and then his door opened and my daughter's head was down on his cock, she was blowin... him to get him hard for her fuck.He had lowered the back of his seat so I lent in and joined her, 'I'll clean him up', I said to her and together we went to work on his crotch, balls and cock, I could feel him grow in my mouth and told my daughter he was almost ready, pulled my mouth off his cock and watched as my daughter raised her leg over. As the evening progressing i have allowed to witness the most amazing sights , i have been inches from a heavy veined huge girth cock penetrating a tight pussy , oh i moaned . i enjoyed watching the many spit roasts that went on during the evening -- oh i moaned with joy at the sight . when a woman gasped as she was mounted and penetrated for her first anal fucking , oh i moaned and perhaps wept tears of jealously . The sounds and smells in the room over came me and i ventured into the. I want to know what he likes and how he likes it cooked.” She grinned. “I don’t want him to starve. He’ll need his strength.”Mother wisely refrained from asking about what I would need strength to do.Dad joined us for breakfast and we ate an enjoyable meal. After we finished, my parents were headed out to grocery shop. We left in my car to go by the bank for me to move my money. I didn’t know exactly how much but looking at the jewelry stores close to the campus gave me a pretty good idea. I. I probably didn't, but I wouldn't be surprised. And when I began to cover his chest with sunscreen—turn about was fair play—I definitely felt warmer all through my middle.I got to stroke and run my fingers over the muscles of his chest and shoulders, and he got to play with my boobs. Definitely a win-win for both of us. I tried to picture what he was: wrestler, football player, something involving a lot of muscle. And he was solid, too; I really felt that as I edged in closer. And then my head.