I imagined I could feel steam building, condensing, dripping across the girth of the ever-growing erection threatening to leap out of my pants. I was...’t imagining. She was wet. “I’m... a little drunk.” She whispered. “Yeah,” I managed, “me too.” Words were no longer necessary. Our bodies became fluid, and in one motion she got up, I shed my pants, and she sat back down. Our lips met first, then our tongues, and my dick slid back and forth between her labia. I could feel my head tickling her. Vixen's father, after tossing aside his boxers, fell on his bed, smiling and still wearing his socks. Vixen stripped, straightened up his cock in a couple of minutes with her practiced hands and talented tongue and then she threw a long leg over her father's hips and slowly eased herself down his big pole while he reached up to enjoyed her firm breasts, the ones that were hers and not the pair he paid for. Vixen bounced and groaned, happy to be home.When her father was spent, Vixen went to her. Making my way back inside, I see you standing in the gallery with our friends. You give me the tiniest nod and I smile. Tonight’s going to be very satisfying, I now know for sure. My boss gives the indication that we’re about to start and we usher everyone outside on the patio. I fulfill my duties as Gallery Assistant, taking pictures, skirting the edge of the crowd. I slip in besides you and I feel your body tensing. “Having fun?” I ask in a low voice. “Not yet,” you reply. “Anything I can do. With each thrust, it slowly penetrated me deeper, sending waves of euphoria to every end of my body. Its strokes pulled out long, causing tremors through my pussy lips and then pushed in deep, making my heart beat in erratic rhythms.As its long deep strokes became faster I could feel an intense orgasm building. An orgasm like no other I’ve ever had. I started moaning loudly as its fucking became faster and harder. Soon I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. This living dildo had my entire.