"You don't know me Mr. Monet, or you Missy. I'm sorry I don't know your proper name. Isn't it premature for you to be kissing me off like this?" We kn...w a great deal about you Mr. Marshal." Howard said taking out another piece of paper. "You are a divorced, teacher, a well thought of small college professor with a Ph.D. in economics, living in a very small apartment in St. Louis, Missouri. You were married for almost two years. You have been divorced several years and have not had any other. "Are you OK?" my husband asked me. He was looking at me. I smiled and said," I'm OK; I thought it would be a problem sitting on my sons lap, but it really isn't. This isn't going to be so bad of a ride."Here I was talking to my husband with my son's fingers in me. "How much farther until we stop?" I don't want to stop until I go a little further," How about you Mike, can you go a little bit further?" Yea, mom. I can go a lot further," Good," I answered. "The further we go, the better I like. I started to protest then remembered the gag in my mouth. He removed it and told me to go wait in the car. He turned to the doctor to thank him and asked how he could repay him.After I left the room the doctor told my father that he can repay by giving him a blow job. My father dropped to his knees in front of the doctor. My doctor grabbed his head and slammed his dick down his throat. It only took him a matter of minutes before he was ready to cum. My father pulled his head away and asked that. Till now we had completed five bottles of beer and one bottle of vodka.Alcohol has started to show its effect, but still I was quite concious. After that Riya had spin the bottle and it was Monica’s turn, and Riya asked her to kiss me. Monica was always ready to kiss me, and we kissed eachother. She was always passionate about kissing, by looking Raj’s jaw was fallen down, and Riya was looking at us with some kind of temptation. Raj’s eyes were wide open, and I could see the tent in his pants.