" Eighteen was the legal drinking age where we lived."I will need to look at your identification," the waiter said to Sally. When she showed him her d...iver's license, he said, "Yes, indeed. Happy birthday."I took out my driver's license and showed it to the waiter too. "She really is my daughter, I promise."He smiled. "Of course, sir."When the waiter came back with the wine list, I said, "Give it to the birthday girl. She is the guest of honor."Sally looked at the list. After the waiter left,. She grinned naughtily, enjoying it. I pressed the helmet of my penis against her slit and pushed. I thrust into her, my full weight on top of her, trapping her. As I kissed her, my chest pressed against her breasts. I grabbed Kat’s hands and held them behind her. If by some strange reason she changed her mind, wanted me to stop, she would have been unable to. It was assault with a friendly weapon and she loved it, her moans increasing as her body jiggled back and forth. I pulled out gently. She slides her juice coated finger slowly into your mouth as you watch. She takes the lead and begins to finger my pussy and suck and nibble on my swollen clit. I can see you reach into your pants and start stroking your cock. She is fingering me deep and hitting that sweet spot inside me, she looks down at her hand to see it just covered in my juice and soon she has me squirting all over the room. You are so turned on seeing my expressions, and watching as another woman touches me. I. His lips trailed up to my mouth and he kissed me long and hard. His tongue forcing my lips open, making wetness drip down my leg. I was wearing a skirt for a reason, I hoped this was going to happen. We walked over to a tree next to the river. He pinned himself to me thrusting his hips against mine. His pants were still on, they wouldn’t be for long. There was a bulge in his pants growing bigger and bigger as his hands trailed up and down my back. His nails scratched my back. I wasn’t wearing.