We relaxed naked watching TV so that dinner was settled well. Then slowing started to finger her little harder. She held my penis and started to give ... vigorous blowjob. She used to bite me in between. Then, I held her against the wall holding her hands like a police arrest scene and started banging hard, harder. It was dhap dhap sound with her shouting aaaaaa … aaaa .. aaaaa.. Harder harder harder..Then we went to doggy position and again dhap dhap dhap and oooooo … ooooo.. I banged her. They were well-known among the others, though. I got lost in the rhythms of the drumming for a couple of hours while I sketched the environment and the dancers. This was a world akin to meeting Kate’s family for the first time. I finally understood why I’d been told to wear jeans and a button-down shirt. Jeans were the uniform, but all the guys there were dressed up on top, many in western wear and some in various renditions of native costume. Of course, those who danced were dressed in. She was not wearing any undergarments, and there she was sitting in Dad’s lap, stark naked like a Venus statue! Even at 40, she was really beautiful, with large firm round boobs, big semi circle bums and long smooth carved thighs! Dad was enjoying those 40 D size balls He was literally mashing it with both hands. Suddenly, she pulled his head and put his mouth on her right breast. When Dad started to suck on the cherry coloured nipples, Mom mourned in a low voice and started to squeeze her left. There were times when she wondered how he managed to find the nerve to caress her slit even for the few moments that he did, whenever they met for one of their fuck sessions; it was all too clear that he considered his work done when the fat lips became coated with the hot, slippery oil which her cunt poured out so profusely whenever she became highly aroused. He lay on his back and continued pressing her head towards his cock, using both hands and entirely ignoring the juicy, ripe slit which.