"What do you like? Better still what do you hate?" he asked."I hate fucking Jazz," I said."I hate fucking Jazz to," he said. "So how about it."The Pia...o bar was in what used to be the dining room of a railroad hotel in New Wales. Someone had rescued the hotel for a B&B. The owners added the piano bar to draw some local business as well. The lady who owned the B&B and her daughter played the piano. They were both very, very good. The mother played show turns and light comedy music, while the. You shoot a lot now “? “LOL, ya—like a water hose—and check out my ass” ! “Damm boi—ur like an ape—and that hole is pretty ripe too—I can smell ya from here”.Downing the rest of my beer, I'm starting to get a bit dizzy now. I just stand there in front of dad, and slowly start stroking my vein poppin cock. Dad is mesmurised, and starts to rub on his own cock, which is no little piece of meat either. After a bit of teasing, I turn around, and bending over, place my palms on the carpet. I stretch. I came quickly as he licked me, horny and excited from the pot, the many sex questions and by being surrounded by six guys and soon I was sucking his cock in front of his friends. I told them to all come over for some fun and they lined up around my chair as I sat down and took turns sucking their hard poles. My mouth worked their stiff pricks until I finally guided one of them between my spread legs and let him begin to fuck me. The flood gate broke open and I began to urge them to use me as I. At that moment I wished the floor would open up and swallow me as she walked past me and lifted the pillow. Without a word, she grabbed the dildo and turned it off then turned and smiled at me. I saw her eyes focus on a spot behind me and realised that her panties were still lying on the bed. I was about to make some lame excuse, when Hazel smiled at me. "It looks like you've been having fun at my expense Mike," she said, obviously a lot calmer than I was. I'd been caught red handed and didn't.