The AL team was getting hammered. Erin was doing her prep work prior to the rush and whenever she would walk past me she would smile and say something...either sweet or flat out dirty!By 9:15 the bar had started to get busy and the KJ was singing the first song. In this town the social custom was to go out with your friends on Friday and have a date on Saturday. The tall tables were filling up with women having a girl’s night out. The song ended and the first singer was called up. She was not bad. Partly with my own pre-cum and partly with her ever flowing pussy juice – which , honestly guys, made my dark skin cock glow and glitter in the dim lights of the rented room.It was great to see my cock being taken inside by Sharon inch by inch. Slowly, slowly, in and out. Slowly in, in.. and slowly out. She carried on this sequence till she was comfortable with the pulsating thickness of my cock all the way inside her. And I must say this – she took me ALL by herself.. there was no effort on my. As I was driving home, at first we were both quiet. Then Joan began to cry and said, "I'm sorry that I enjoyed them fucking me, but I don't want to do it again." I pulled her tight to me and said, "I know sweetheart, I know you enjoyed it under duress and I will think of something to get us out of this mess." Joan leaned against me and held onto my arm and said, "Those big cocks were amazing and they fucked me into ecstasy. I'm so sorry that I acted like a slut whore, I just couldn't help it.". Obviously not as much as she let Dad, from those photos – she held pussy open with both hands and you could clearly see his tongue lapping up the juice trickling out.At his point Mum looked up from sucking Dad’s cock (amazing he could still drive) and insisted that Ellie didn’t upload that one, because any of her friends could recognise Dad – perhaps use the one where Ellie is sitting on his face instead."Down on your knees, panty-boy; you need to kiss my arse".I didn't need telling twice; I.