She fell to the floor, holding her face.Her daughter, Shelly, jumped on my back. She was trying to keep me from hitting her mother again I throw her o...f only to be replaced by Brenda.And so it went, one after another, while this was going on father sat on the floor. He was just watching them trying to put me down. After a few minutes, I yelled and started hitting them (open handedly). They stopped, after that.Father got off the floor, and I went to hit him again. He put up his hands."Whoa. I came while I was thinking all that about you. It was so intense, yet so warm and satisfying."He watched me like you do when we dressed to leave. He kissed me, asked if I was okay, and when we could do it again. I reminded him you had said, 'now and then,' and I told him that it had to be just sex and nothing more, but that when he wanted me again, I'd be willing. He looked relieved in a way - maybe that we'd be able to fuck again, but also, maybe that the obsession I had for him back then. Igrabbed both her legs and forcefully spread them open forcingmy body into hers, but she still resisted, trying to trapme, trying to make me give up, but my raging erection and wantingwouldn’t let me, I forced my weight onto her body as I grabbedher legs and moved her hips up having gravity help me penetrate,luckily my cock entered on the first try so I thrust my hips into hers, our bodies finally coming together the feeling of her giving up once I enteredher was awesome, then it was my turn,. Paul asked us if we would like to move on somewhere else; we readily accepted this invitation. We went to a gay bar down the road frequented by many of the theatre types, including a couple of famous faces. We were enjoying our drinks in there, and the atmosphere was just perfect with none of the usual hassle you get in your average London pub.Everyone was just so friendly, well, except for one old queen, who’s younger boyfriend was talking to another guy. The jealousy and rage was palpable on.