He would always be casting furtive looks, drinking in her Silver blonde hair resting on her shoulders. He constantly admired her long slender legs and...her full buttocks. He always commented on how Becky would always wear clothes to show off her glorious figure. She was blessed with a tiny waist and a 36DD bust. Whenever Dave came to our house he always greeted Becky with a kiss and a hug, which always consisted of him holding her round the waist, pulling her close into him and then patting her. " Each time Mom thrust her ass down on my cock I thrust up to meet her. I looked down to watch my disappearing into Mom's ass. I saw a small trace of blood but that didn't seem to bother Mom.Finally I grabbed Mom's hips and rolled her over onto her back. I had her put her legs on myshoulders thereby opening her legs so i could see her stretched pussy hole and my cock deep in her rose-colored anal opening. I could see as well as feel her tightening and relaxing her analmuscles. Mom was milking. She smiled, greeting arrivals as they straggled in, most of whom were drunk, few wearing appropriate fancy dress and most looking ill at ease as if they’d just been fighting with their partners. Clara now felt ill at ease: that meant those upset women would turn to another women who was similarly tearful, they would wander off to a dark corner to commence a sexual affair – not a lesbian affair because she was sure none of them were lesbians. The men, of course, would simply become even more. Another hand-written sign on the wall pointed down: “ZOO.” My immediate biological needs were forgotten. I didn’t want to get too hopeful, but what if I wasn’t just going to find the secret bathroom, but an entire secret party? That sounded like something cool people like these would arrange. The possibility was too good to pass up so I climbed down the ladder.The lower level was barely lit, just an old half-gone string of Christmas lights. The room was small, also seemingly a closet. I opened.