The diningroom was reserved for special occasions and this being just the three ofus, wasn't one of them.Dad looked at me and asked how my day had bee.... Still feeling a bit leftout I told him of Bill and Jim's trip to go and see the triple A Americansplay. He said he had no idea that plans had been made but seemed veryrelieved not to have been roped in on the upcoming trek. My father hatedbaseball... Can you imagine?... Anyway, he made his apologies and said hehad to work that weekend. Yes,. I could taste Molly on his cock, but also his own distinct flavor. Salty precum oozed onto my tongue. I continued to suck him for several minutes as he and Molly kissed. My tongue wrapped around the head of his cock as my lips moved up and down his shaft. I felt a feminine power with his cock in my mouth. He was moaning because of me. I was giving him so much pleasure each time I let his cock deeper in my mouth. I pushed myself down until the head of his cock was at the back of my throat. My. More blows landed, harder blows, that made me squirm as I gripped onto the table for dear life, until finally the familiar burning sensation began to grow across my buttocks. The men grabbed my bum cheeks and pulling them apart revealing my bum hole with the thin string running across it, and I could hear them laughing among themselves.I heard someone comment, “What a lovely arse she’s got, she really is up for it isn’t she!”It made me realise just how much of a slut I had become; a young. Her husband, knowing full well what she meant, started to reposition himself while stripping off his clothing. Mrs. Carter returned her attention to me and said, Just follow our lead. I promise you that youll enjoy this. Can you trust me on that? she asked. O-of course I can. Its been great so far. She smiled and began to slide up and off my cock. There was a distinct slurp as I slipped out of her pussy. My wet dick felt cold being wet and exposed to the air. Mr. Carter laid on his back on the.