” He responded, his nostrils satiated by the discount store’s awful scent. He didn’t know why, but the store smelled like stale buttered popcorn...from one of those red wheeled machines and your shoes seemed to stick to the tile floor like it was coating with invisible bubble gum. He hated the mall and it’s big store but there wasn’t any choice it was the only place which sold fishing licenses. “Says here your date of birth is nineteen-thirty-seven. You look older than sixty-five. Your license. After the showings were completed the two were going over some of the sales materials back at the office. Megan accidentally brushed several sheets onto the floor and they both turned to retrieve them. Megan was on her knees while Joan turned in her seat. Joan was picking up sheets near her and as she looked up she saw Megan staring between her legs which had separated awkwardly forcing her tight skirt to ride high up her thighs. Both were motionless as Megan lifted her eyes to meet Joan’s. I agreed and we left. When we reached the hotel, Brianne was happy to discover there were vacancies and we went to our respective rooms. Her room was a floor below mine. I turned on the television and went in to brush my teeth. When I came out I sat on the bed for a few seconds before I decided to go to the bar located in front of the hotel for a night cap. I was surprised to see Brianne at the bar when I arrived. I walked to the bar and sat next to her stating, “You’re not ready for bed. In the back of my head I realize he might recognize her, which makes me moan on his dick and take it as deep as I can.“Fuck, she’s hot son!”, he said. “What’s your fat bitch’s name?” I stop sucking for a moment to tell him her name, which he repeats, and then keeps using as he looks through her photos. And he said, “You can just keep calling us daddy and mommy, son.” Fine with me, I thought.I love when a daddy fucks my throat, but I love even more when it gets him off to gag me. Every stroke he.