“Sure did,” Joan said. “And?” Joan turned to look at me. Her eyes went from mine, down my body to my feet. They came back up and stopped at th... slight bulge I had in my briefs. She did a little wiggle with her eyebrows and winked at me. “It's all good.” Maddy rushed into the room and gave Joan a hug. She then turned and gave me one too. Her breasts pressed into my chest and I felt her thighs against mine. While she must have felt my little frontal lump, she made no mention of it. “I'm so happy. “Liquid refreshment. Gimme! Gimme!” “Yeah. Wow! Give it up girl!” chorused Lizzie, scratching the ragged strands of her crotch. And so the evening proceeded, six girls in the park, necking it down, choking on nicotine, phlegming on the tarmac and pissing by the bushes. The blow made them giggle, the beer made them piss and the dusk turned them into shadows. “Fuck! My cunt itches!” declared Lizzie. “What it needs is a good seeing to! Ain’t there no dicks round here when you need one?” “What. ’ ‘Make me your little slut, Daddy. Fuck me really hard. I need it — please, Daddy.’ And so I oblige. I begin fucking you hard, my hands holding your waist. You are moaning and I know you are close. One last push — harder and faster. You scream. You are over the top. You are beyond words. You are groaning as you take my cock deep in your ass. You are writhing and riding me, driven by the pleasure and pain. You are driven higher and higher and you are losing yourself completely. It is divine and. Feeling like I had her approval, I risked a firm squeeze and there were no objections.“Don’t be afraid,” Mrs. Randall said with a sultry voice, “she only bites when I tell her to.” I looked up to see my mature neighbor running her hands all over herself - from her tits, to her thighs, to her increasingly wet pussy. She was working herself into a heated frenzy while watching me take advantage of this opportunity to explore my naked mother.“Can you see that pretty little thing there between her.