I looked across to mother as she watched us, a weak smile broke out across her face, at least she was approving our contact, and I saw Granddad look a...ross to her and nod slightly, as if they were mentally making a knowing pact.'Oh God'!I gasped as he entered me, and my head hit the cold steel of the draining board, I could feel myself opening up, fleshy fold after fleshy fold, parting as he pushed-in until he could go no further, his cock hitting my deepest point, the eye nestling in the cup. No wonder Mommy and Daddy do it so often. Mommy does it with other guys too.”I asked, “Really?”Sharon said, “Oh yes. Sometimes on weekends they will invite other couples over and then swap partners for sex. The guy fucks Mommy and Daddy fucks the other guy’s wife. Sometimes both guys fuck Mommy at the same time. One gets her pussy and the other one gets her butt hole. She goes ballistic when she gets double penetrated like that.” There was a slight pause while Sharon thrust up against me a few. " She smiled and rubbed her mound on my leg The song was J Cole's Can't Get Enough. I love the thumping sound, perfect for dance floor humping. We had a few more drinks, probably too many, and Joan danced with several young men. An announcement came on over a loudspeaker, "Bikini Time Ladies." There was a rush to the bar. I'd guess about thirty women wanted to be in the contest. Joan joined the group, while still wearing the T-Shirt and shorts. The rest of the women were already down to their. Palił papierosa. Spojrzał na mnie i rzucił suche "wchodź". Kiedy zamknął za mną drzwi, kazał mi sie rozebrać do naga, klęknąć i czekać na polecenia. Byłem strasznie zdenerwowany. Ręce to mi się trzęsły, że wyglądałem komicznie. Posłusznie jednak zdjąłem z siebie łachy i poskładałem w kostkę. Czekałem. On zawołał mnie. Na kolanach jak kundel poszedłem do pokoju. On siedział sobie z otwartym piwem na kanapie, a nogi miał założone na stołku. Patrzałem się na jego buty z szaloną fascynacją. On.