She came again and again, and I couldn't resist. I climbed up on the bed behind her, rubbed my dick on her twat and then forced it inside to the hilt ... and there it stayed, for she was squeezing and clenching my cock madly. I'd never felt such heat and such wetness combined with such stricture. I couldn't restrain myself. I pumped wildly, banging her asscheeks with my hard abdomen, and in less than two minutes I was pouring my juice into her. And she was cumming all the time.When I pulled out,. Dear! Why didn’t you ask? We could have been doing that all along.Gee, Mom. I never thought to ask.How was your mother-daughter thing last night, Dad?About as good as it can get until I get one closer to home.How would you do that, Dad? Oh! Do you mean it? Are you going to do me and Mom together?Very possibly, but not just yet. I had considered taking your cherry on top of the Eiffel tower, but you guys were having too much fun to interrupt.Uh, Daddy. That is so sweet. But I guess it’s too late. This is Candy from accounting. My wife, Karen is around somewhere." Candy from accounting was running her hand across his chest in a very suggestive manner. I wondered how often her size 38 DD's fell out of the bra of her postage stamp size bathing suit. They turned to meet another guest and I could see that the hand that had clasped mine a moment ago now had a firm grip on the right cheek of Candy's ass.I looked at Pat and she was staring, goggle eyed, at the retreating sight. She finally. This guy was old enough to be her father and his finger was in her pussy. My wife still squeezing his bulge, prompted him to, with his free hand, to undo the button and zipper on his pants and pull out his dick, which was stiff. My wife grabbed it and squeezed it, then slowly stroked it. The second song was coming to an end, but I don?t think they much cared. When the third song began, the music was ?girls, girls, girls? by Motley Crue and my wife was now kissing the dancer while still stroking.