Dann fuhren wir gleich zu ihrer Freundin, sie ließ ihren Wagen bei Linda stehen und wir fuhren mit Lindas Mini in die Stadt, wo wir uns mit dem Rest ...hrer Gruppe im Walderdorffs trafen. Zugegeben die Mischung war etwas merkwürdig, zwei Frauen und sechs Männer und keiner von ihnen war mir sonderlich sympathisch. Wochen später sollte ich dann auch erfahren, weshalb die ganze Situation mir ein so mulmiges Gefühl bereitet hatte. Ich hatte den ganzen Abend im Restaurant den Eindruck bösartige Blicke. I spread my legs for him and wait for his first touch in my slit.His fingers trace up and down my slit. I am trembling knowing my dad’s fingers are touching me in a place he shouldn’t be. That only made me want him more. My hand grips his huge cock and strokes him slowly. His tip is already dripping for me.We kiss so passionately we are both short of breath. Then, he slides down my body and I feel his lips kissing the soft folds of my pussy. I open my legs wider so his mouth can have full. Marcelo felt her pussy quake and contract and flood his cock with her orgasms, gasping for air each time she came.He was driving his rod into her at a steady, hard pace, their respective moans bouncing off the bathroom walls as Marcelo glanced in the mirror from time to time, not missing a stroke."Do you like watching us fuck?" she purred. "Does seeing us in the mirror while we go at it turn you on, baby?"He grunted in response, driving himself deeper inside her.Marcelo then put his arms under. He suggested the old Penthouse Letters technique: we go to an upscale bar, have a few drinks, strike up a conversation with an unattached woman there and the rest is history. No, I said. That never happens in real life. If we tried something like that we could both end up in jail. Also, I insisted that the person selected give proof of being free from any STDs. Was that a roadblock that I threw up to derail the whole thing? I truly don’t know. But he accepted. It was decided to use the back.