Karen loves big cocks. How can I possibly satisfy you?”“Your cock is big enough for me, besides, John won’t eat my pussy after he’s fucked me ...nd you definitely do!” she whispered kissing his cheek.John had Karen stand and with her back to him slid her dress from her shoulders and it fell effortlessly to the floor. He cupped her tits fondling them roughly. She moaned softly grinding her ass against his hard cock.“Mmm, I love being manhandled, don’t I honey,” Karen cooed looking at Dan’s fingers. As if I wasn't self conscious enough as it was.Then something caught my eye. Holy shit! Now I know what they had on her. It was a picture of her in a dominatrix outfit whipping the ass off some naked guy. She had pretty nice legs for a gal her age. Black stockings and garter belt peaking out from a leather miniskirt. I hope it's not that kind of party they expect me to go. I looked closer at her face. It was a bit out of focus, obviously taken from some distance. But still I could tell she. He seemed pleased but warned her she needed to plan out very carefully what would come next. She again asked if he would be the child's godfather to which he eagerly agreed. As she was leaving Marsha was taken by surprise when Dan took her in his arms and kissed her tenderly.She experienced the same closeness and warmth she had felt during sex with him. It was not the mind blowing sex of Trent but instead a feeling of belonging and of giving herself freely to him. The sex was exciting but. Dinner was excellent but half way through it Mom told my sister to go to the lady’s room. She assured Mom that she didn’t have to but Mom insisted. That was what everyone was waiting for. She got out with her knees spread wide, stood up, and then lowered her skirt into place. She was gone long enough and then returned to reverse the process for her mostly male audience.When she sat down she told Mom and I that she had been propositioned in the lady’s room by our waitress. When Mom asked her.