They next pulled a long line bra round my chest and placed the breastforms into the cups. I was surprised that they gave me such a large bustbut the l...ng line bra was lovely, very 1950's. They put some low heeledMary Jane shoes in pink on my feet and admired their work.Finally they held out the frothy lace girly party dress for me. It wasdivine. It was all in light pink satin with layers and layers of whitelace. The puff sleeves only came down to my elbows but the deep laceedges cascaded across. “Get those fucking shorts off now,” she snapped at me as she stepped back. No hesitation, I pulled the tight Lycra down my thighs revealing my shaven snatch, just a tiny patch of brown curls above my lips. She had stepped over to a spare keg and perched on the edge “Get over her and squat on my leg,” she ordered, and I’m happy to oblige. The leather was smooth and soft against my inflamed slit. “Fuck my leg, you heard me FUCK my leg BITCH” And, God help me, I did. I started to rub against her. But to see them! To see his mother wantonly sucking his father’s cock was startling ... and arousing! His dick, still semi-hard from them having sex in his dorm room, hardened. He touched himself as he watched.Jamie was suddenly aware he was watching, Jamie pulled John’s cock from her mouth. Seeing Sam watching her fed into her exhibitionist fantasy. Just as that couple had watched her and her son fuck, now Sam was watching her suck his father’s cock!At that precise instant, John started. "Let me buy you another one," she continued as she eased between the man and the girl he had been talking to.A new song started to play. "How about you dance with me and then I'll buy you that drink?" She asked.There was a tap on Amy's shoulder. She spun to face the girl that she had crowded out and grabbed her wrist in the process."Hey, I was talking to him first," The girl said."Don't touch me, bitch. Don't ever touch me. This guy wants a real woman, not some little punk ass girl. Why? Do you.