We felt that mostly business men would be there and that they would be married and not want to “spread the word”.We also discussed how things woul... happen. Don wanted to mostly watch, but also to be able to hold my hand and stroke my hair like he had mentioned in the fantasy. He would stroke his cock, but hoped he could hold off cumming as he wanted to fuck me afterward. He asked me to please just let go and enjoy it completely. My pussy was soaked just thinking and talking about really. When my daughter lifted her arm, I was able to see the thick, coarse black armpit hair, sweat was forming in her pits. As she continued sucking my dad’s cock, I crawled to my daughter’s side, kneeling. I got up under her arm, she lifted it her arm a little higher so I could get under her nicely. My head literally spun as I put my face closer to my daughter’s thick hair armpit. As I did, I could already smell her pungent odor of musky, dried sweat, just like her mother. The scent was. My darling birlis growing up faster than I thought.Beth paused in the closet doorway, glancing over Sandy's room. It was atypical birl's room for the son of a fairly successful businesswoman. SinceAlexandra was the apple of his mother's eye, it might have been a littlemore ornate than his friends', but a mother was entitled to spoil heryoungest a little. And he was so sweet, almost never needing corner timesince the Terrible Twos, that Beth couldn't resist giving him somethingspecial from time. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I took my cock and plunged into her pussy, and within moments I was adding my cum to Ricky's.Afterwards it was awkward with Ricky. As Jen had said, we weren't in college anymore. We all got dressed and had another beer. We talked about anything but what we'd just done, which meant we struggled to find anything to talk about. Ricky left as soon as he finished his beer.The silence continued between me and Jen after Ricky left. Finally she said, "You're mad.