I was just so ready for what was going to happen, somewhat nervously I moved towards Ali, kissed her on the lips and just said, “get your clothes of... bimbo, you’ve pulled”.For the second time today, we were naked with one another, she moved close to me and gently kissed my lips, then she turned me and as she caressed my neck she cupped my titties and gently squeezed then, all the time whispering how much she loved much in my ear, she took my nipples between her thumbs and fingers and gently. It wasn’t her fault, the glass was blurry and seemed to be moving.“Sweetheart, maybe you’ve had enough?” She snarled at the bartender and he got her another one.I can never love another like I did you. How could there be anybody like—“Come on, ummm… I don’t even know your name.” The potential fucker had returned.“Call me Sweets, if you have to name me.”“Okay then Sweets. My name—“She put a finger to his lips. “Don’t say another word unless you’re talking about fucking me.”He dragged her through. Zoe had slipped her long fingers around my cock as she stood directly in front of me with my cock in her grasp.I said to Zoe,” I am going to my room, come up if you wish or just let go of my cock.”Kelly, who was still sitting on the sofa, said, “I would love to come, I am game; can I come?”I said, “I don’t think either of you should. I won’t stop you. I would, though, love to carry on with this.”Zoe released my cock and followed me up to my bedroom. Kelly, though, remained seated on the sofa.. Maybe I should have jerked off. I kept my eyes looking towards the ceiling as I followed my daughter down the stairs, the image of her short-clad ass burning in my mind. My hand itched. I forced myself to think of my wife's rump. A plumper ass. Perfect for spanking.My wife had a big smile as she set plates down at the table covered in breaded chicken, a bowl of salad in the center. She had a naughty glint in her eye. She came up to me and gave me a lingering kiss, pressing her body against.