I lost the first hand and lost my shirt, but luck was on my side and I watched while both ladies lost their shirts ,and John was down to his boxers. ...hen luck changed. I lost the next three hands, and I too was sitting there in my boxers. The ladies each lost the next two hands and they too were naked except for their panties. My cock was semi hard by this time soaking the front of my boxers with precum. John lost the next hand, so he had to stand and remove his shorts. When he pulled his. The squishing sound of him fucking my drenched pussy filled the room. I threw my arms around his neck and drew him to me. I pressed my lips to his ear. “Fuck me Brian! Don’t stop! Fuck me!” I purred like a shameless whore. “Don’t stop… Please don’t stop…You’re gunna make me cum…Fuck me sweetie………Come on baby, fuck Mommy!” My pleading excited us both even more. He began fucking me harder. My pussy; my whole body it seemed like, started to shudder. All I could do was grunt and moan as my orgasm. The girl really did like to be watched. And whenever a third party was involved, the girl often came her brains out, very quickly. Something about another presence, a third — or fourth — body, being in the room, or sometimes in the bed, that set her blood on fire. If it was possible — and it was — he was sure she’d love it if he was having anal sex with her, lying underneath her, while six thralls stood around her and touched her, caressed her, and fingered her. Mental note: consider doing that. That’s why we worried. It wasn’t all about the sex. It was that feeling. Of being beautiful. Of being loved.Blanket told us about the last time Daddy had taken him. It had out behind the tents. Daddy had him down on his knees, sucking his cock. His pubes had smelled like diesel. He’d held him down with one hand, simply using his mouth while he called him dick sucking sissy and nancy-boy and cock whore. When he’d come, it seemed never-ending, like he’d pumped a gallon of jizz down his throat.