Please,Mistress. May I?" She rubbed it back and forth on my lips and said, "Yes,you may, Gabrielle. Is there anything else you would like?" she asked ...sshe pushed her pretty pussy pole past my painted pursed lips. She easedit out to allow me to reply. "Yes, Mistress. Kimberly is playing with my balls and it feels heavenly.I would love to make you feel that way, too." "That's sweet of you, Gabrielle, but are you sure you won't try to getaway if I do?" "Oh no, Mistress. Why would I try to get. They stood shoulder to shoulder and slick with sweat as they approached, their dicks standing at attention. My dad still looked halfway out of it from his drunkenness, but Mr. Joe looked lustful. Mr. Joe grabbed me by my feet and dragged me so that my legs were hanging off the bed. Next thing I knew, he had stuck his tongue into my asshole and was lightly licking it. My legs tensed up with pleasure, and he grabbed them and slung one over each of his shoulders. I had lost sight of my dad,. Jason was the cutest blue-eyed, blonde twink in my high school. And he was hung like a horse. Fucked like a machine.Among the folks at our party was our next door neighbor, whom I'll call "Richard,"a retired pro football player, a receiver. He retired after he broke his leg horribly in the Big Game three years before. He was about 30, and still in tremendous physical shape and always would be. 6' 4", about 225 pounds, broad shoulders, tapering down to a thin waist. He always wore snug clothes. "So, you don't live in the desert?" Roy asked."No, just passing through. It must be obvious since I didn't even have any water." It's a common mistake most people make. Even those who've lived here for awhile tend to forget. That's why we always carry extra water in a cooler." I'll have to remember that the next time. So you and Gina are married. How is it that you are so much older?" I snapped closed my mouth thinking how stupid that question was. "I'm sorry; I don't mean to pry into private.