She smiled as she walked away.I retrieved my wife as several guys were starting to hover around her.We went to our room and I had a night of great sex... She was so drunk I could do anything I wanted. We started with a good old fashioned blow job. Veronica hadn't done this for years and I was glad she was drunk and turned on by the action at the pool.I returned the favor and gave her a good licking followed by some straight fucking.I woke up in the middle of the night and decided to see if I. My fingers slide down and then against the opening of your pussy. Your hands leave my hair and find my back, dragging your nails into my flesh. My finger press into your pussy and you squeeze your muscles around my digit. I rock my finger softly back and forth as my tongue assaults your clit. One finger becomes two and curl up against the inner wall of your pussy, massaging the gentle folds inside of you, sucking firmly against your clit as your juices explode against my face. Lapping from my. My dreams, for the most part undreamt, were about to come true.Contrary to political correctness, teenage girls do not learn about sex from their mothers, not the important parts anyway. We learn them from our friends at school, who go into details about things Moms would never talk about, using words that Moms would never utter in front of their daughters. I was about to become the beneficiary, for my first time ever, of Daddy's talented tongue teaching me the joys of being on the receiving. Their assumption would be they might have more choices for direction on the ground floor. They’d have the option of leaving the buildings. Let’s head down.”The door at the ground level exiting the stairwell turned out to be a one-way door. It could only be opened from inside the well. This early in their journey to their cars, Mark thought the original group received their first evidence they would not be able to return to the lounge. Would they have cared, he wondered. Probably not. At this.