In one I attended I watched as one middle-aged couple brought their oldest daughter along, they were a good looking couple, very respectable, and she ...as an absolute peach of a girl.Just before the action started we were all sitting around introducing ourselves, when the mother stood up and asked for attention. She asked her daughter to stand up and simply stated she hoped the men in the room would do her proud and 'Fuck her silly', strange comment, but the men were very eager to be in there. " She then poked her ass out at me, bending over slightly. "Oh my god," I murmured. It stuck out like a shelf, and was round like a big peach. The fabric of her tights stretched out to he max. "Well?" she asked with a bit of attitude, smacking on her gum. My hand landed on her left buttock softly, and her cheek dwarfed my hand. I gripped slowly as a mound of ass meat molded in my hand. I bit my bottom lip as I jiggled her buttock slightly as it was locked in my fingertips. "Damn," I moaned. It. ”“What do you mean?”“Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked.”When they hesitated too long, Fred said, “Look, if you’re too bashful to show me your stuff, then you don’t have what we need to make a horno. Strip or get out.”They looked at each other, agreed with their eyes, and slowly started to strip. When they got down to their panties and bras they stopped.“Everything, and hurry up. I don’t have all night.”So they finished stripping, blushing in the process.“Nice blush. Try to do that. Exactly 12 minutes late, Jennifer arrived, heavily made up and wearing a red cocktail dress that someone half her age (Melissa, for instance) would have found it hard to carry off with dignity. Jennifer certainly didn't, nor was there any dignity in her greeting to Melissa. "So, are you George's daughter?" she asked bluntly.John looked scandalised. I am sure he had told Jennifer about Melissa only a few hours earlier, but Jennifer assumed we didn't know that. "No, I'm George's fiancée," Melissa.