..”“Featuring Karen Post,” he said. “Old cars? I have an old car ... scrap isn’t paying.”“Kind?”“Old Volvo...”“Where is it?”�...Behind the garage.”“Look?”And here we go again ... Fifty bucks and I drove it to the gas station ... a 1966 Volvo 544 Sport. Carbs out of sync and timing off a plug. While I was getting it serviced a guy drove by, saw it and paid me 7 grand for it. Seven thousand and I never got to register it.Mel had followed me to the station ... at least I had a ride home. Penny was. I was the third one to orgasm. Sandy had a lovely regular insistent unhurried stroke on me which was irresistable. I felt like iron in her hand as the feeling reached back down into my balls and my glans drooled strings of pre-cum. A bit more dribble raised a cheer from the women as they knew from my swollen glans that I was due. Past the point of no return my spurt looped across the glass with Sandy giving me just enough elevation to give extra distance. I'd failed on that spurt but the second. Then Susan followed sought and straddled Kara’s chest, bends her knees in a squatting position, leveled her crotch on Victor’s head and pushed her pussy to his face.Erin knew she could not have sexual contact with her dad because of the rules but permitted to fool around with her brother. So she straddled Gina’s chest and did the same thing the way her mom and Susan did.Then Erin squatting a bit to level her crotch with her brothers head, then pushed forward towards his face but then stopped. “I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” He answered. I pointed to the couch for him to have a seat and said, “Nonsense, it would have been alright. You looked comfortable and, well, natural.” He sat and I went for the coffee. I came back with two filled mugs in one hand, powdered creamer and sugar dispensers in the other. He had taken the shirt off and was sitting in the middle of the couch. “That’s better.” I said. I leaned over and put everything on the coffee table in front of.