I have to go see my dad.” I told him with a c***d like look of innocence. “I’m your Poppy today Putita. This is the daddy you need to take care ...f now puta.” he told me with a bit of a frustrated tone in his voice. He and Luiz pulled my dress down and I stood naked between them as they began to fondle and squeeze me for the crowd. “Our little Putita will take care of everyone here, don’t worry homies.” Luiz yelled out as he and Poppy pushed me back up onto the pool table. Poppy spread my legs. Yeah, I know, my priorities were screwed up back then.There could be no doubt about it; I was luckier than most forty-eight year old men. I was not deeply in debt, was not paying off any ex-wives and I had no children to support. The last was by choice.I had just never felt the need to fight my mortality by procreating and it didn't bother me a bit not to her the 'pitter-patter' of little ones running wildly through the house. I was very fortunate that my trophy wife didn't want to ruin her. I wanted to suck his cock clean and then take his load in my mouth and then I wanted his hard shaft buried to the hilt in my pussy which was shamefully wet by now. Shilpa was enjoying my FIL’s monster in her mouth and she was taking her time giving him a blow job while he was playing with her breasts through her cotton bra.After about 10 minutes Uncle pressed her mouth against his middle and then shuddered I knew he had come and made the young doctor drink his cum against her wishes. Shilpa. No sense hurting your hand.”I realized then that Frances was standing next to us. Didn’t even notice her leaving her chair. A glance back told me Frances had equipped Mary with a small paddle. Small in relation to big, thick, fraternity paddles, but with a handle and a round business end—a nice size to fit one ass cheek.“Hey,” I said, “that’s escalation. No fair. Paddles were banned by the Geneva Accords.”“You can’t expect that a little girl’s hand would be equivalent to the big strong.