He was going out of his way to cover the dance floor as that would be were everyone would be at the clock stock midnight if nothing else went up he wo...ld make sure that would. At a few minutes to midnight the hunchback didn’t what to push his luck to far so after one last walk around the club he found just the right place to set up his little firework, so what if he had a few gallons left time wasn’t on his side. He bent down again and put the cork back into the tube, he then took a cigarette. The door was barely open and in popped young Marc. “Pop-Pop, I’m hungry.”“Get outta here, boy. I’ll get you something to eat in a minute. Close the door,” yelled Doug.“Okay,” the four year-old replied leaving the room.“Take this dick, baby girl! I love you, Muffin. Oh shit! Big Daddy bout to come!”Doug nutted hard inside Alia’s wet pussy. He got up and rinsed off then headed out to find his grandk**s and make breakfast. Alia slipped off to sleep.As Doug cooked the eggs, his phone beeped. It was. Hearing my lover's voice and feeling his hands on me even though they were my own. Now completly wet and extremely aroused I wanted to cum. I needed to cum badly, here, in our spot in the Parking Lot. I continued to fuck my pussy with my fingers and wildly buck up my hips. I thought of the one thing that always sends me over the edge."I want you to fuck my face Little One. REALLY fuck my face. Grab my hair. NO, REALLY fucking grab my hair. Pull my face into your wet pussy. Fuck my face until. My escape was going to have to wait until I was feeling better and also when I knew where they were hiding these anecdotal pills that I was going to need in order for my escape to be able to last longer than 12 hours without coming to an unfortunate sounding end. I gulped, tasting remnants of semen that felt permanently encrusted in the crevices and folds of my mouth, even between my teeth. I slid my dress down and off, grabbing my ridiculous excuse for a thong as I went on down and over my.