Then I threw on a large denim button down shirt over it all. I looked all the man in my denim and cowboy boots, I swear. Unless you looked closely a... the small lump of my dick, packed tightly by my panties, which showed just above the seam of my jeans, drawn tight up into my crotch. Or you looked closely at my baggy shirt, under which you might just catch a glimpse of a puffy little tit squashed up and out above the corset. While I was rolling a joint for the road trip, L was on the phone. - His dark chocolate coloured penis lying across my wife's golden stomach 'That is enormous, how could she possibly take it, so long, so very thick' - The semen on her lips and chin with globules of it glistening on her chest and in her hair, his dick dripping more onto her stomach, 'she's absolutely covered in semen, where does he get it all from'. - Just as I thought, 'no condom' a thick white globule of the strangers semen oozed from my wife's vagina and dribbled down her crack to pool on. “Wow,” Tiffany said, “Fucking is fantastic. Can we do it again?” Her pussy squeezed her father’s cock. “Greg,” Holly said, knowing her husband hadn’t come for the second time. “Why don’t you roll her over and show her what fucking is all about.” Greg hugged his daughter and held her tight. In one smooth move, he rolled both of them over, his hard, throbbing, cock still impaling her. He placed his hands on the bed and began thrusting gently into his daughter’s tight cunt. He pulled out nearly. I thought I felt some hardness down there. Was Brett getting a hard-on? I looked up and saw he was watching Janice and Brian. Janice was rubbing her ass all over Brian and her dress was raised over her buttocks. Brian's hands were on her hips, guiding her back against him. They danced for a few minutes this way before they left the floor.Brett and I finished the dance and joined them at the table.“Would you ladies like to go to a different club, maybe to see what's going on there?” Brian.