“He is,” Cheryl giggled. “So, Lori, you didn’t really answer my question. What I meant was, what’s your interest in Joe?”“Uhm.”“Don�...�t worry, Lori,” he chuckled. “Cheryl isn’t being defensive.”“I’m not?” asked Cheryl.“Nope.”“I’m not. Just curious.”“Like a good journalist should be,” he quipped.“I’m just confused. You make sure we know you have a boyfriend. You even wore his band’s shirt when you knew you’d see Joe. And yet here you are, where you’ve been since we arrived at the club. Beside. I could feel how far his body was lifting from me and then feel the long push back in. I concentrated on the feeling and the rhythm, building my orgasm. Please last, please last. As he humped into me I moaned into his ear and made grunty sounds to signal my building orgasm. He maintained his good solid fucking while I rode his cock to my orgasm. He fucked me through it and then let himself go, picked up his pace and fucked me hard, enjoying my body while I enjoyed his balls. It was time for them to debrief everyone on the actions of the previous day. The crowd would include FBI, IRS, and ATF.Ed woke up dreading the day as he knew that he would be in a spotlight for a good percentage of the meeting. It was his role to explain how they had used tax laws to arrest most of the members of the criminal organizations. Rolling out of bed, he dressed and headed out of the room in his normal morning fog. He followed the smell of coffee to the dining room, where Marguerite. Valerie squirmed between them, her voice ragged as she groaned out her inarticulate protests. But both father and son held her securely between them. Then, after a few slow thrusts from Rich, the stretching pain of her raw asshole diminished. She felt stuffed. Her fevered body writhed between the warmth of her father-in-law's plunging cock in her cunt and the greater heat of his son's prick sawing in and out of her distended rectum."I heard tell of this before," Richard groaned, "but I'll be.