"Dee, oh boy, it's crazy just to talk about this. I have too much to lose."Dee grinned again. "Yeah, but you're getting itchy, aren't you? All this se... talk has you squirming on your seat. Who knows you better than me? Look, let's just meet him for a drink after work, and see what you think." Whoa, wait, have you discussed this with him? I can't possibly have a drink with a guy who thinks he's going to get in my pants. Especially because he won't be, no matter what." No," Dee lied, "he wouldn't. Damn. There was one live. In my bedroom. And between my wife and my sister. When the motion of my fist was not enough I added my contribution to the show. I moved to the head of our bed and fed my cock to Lindsey. My fingers tangled in her hair as I fucked her face. Lindsey was on a constant high of sexual overload. All the attention she was getting her body could only shake and moan. Lindsey's orgasm vibrated in cock as she held me in her mouth. Liz shooed me away from Lindsey's mouth. This was so much fun. I had never seen Dad so flustered before.“Oh, my, these smell good,” the woman said.“Give them to my dad,” I said.“Who?” the girl asked.“Jeff,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Here, Jeff, smell these,” the blonde said, thrusting my boy shorts at my dad.“I don't want to smell my daughter's panties,” Dad groaned even as the woman thrust them in his face. “Stop that, Vanessa and... and...”He snatched the boy shorts from her and inhaled my incestuous juices. This wicked, deviant. What’s the occasion?” “I’m hunting a man,” she said with a salacious grin. “Look around, Ariel. Men are hunting you. You’re bait,” said Jasmine. It was true. Several guys openly stared at her as they walked by. Some, less bold, cast sidelong glances, as if her gaze might turn them to stone. One creeper walked by with his phone pointed at her, taking photos, no doubt. “Which ‘man’ are you hunting?” asked Cindy. “T, of course,” she stated the obvious. “I think he needs an object lesson.” Bell.