My wife was a bit of a Barbie doll type, 26, blonde, with perfect D tits with only the slightest of hang, a perfect midsection, waxed pussy and an ass...that I never got tired of staring at, she walked past me and dove in and surfaced right next to her dad. So, never being the shy type, up I got, stripped off and joined them. "You coming in Mum?" Sarah asked. Sasha just tipped her glass up and polished off the last couple of mouthfuls of wine in one gulp and stood up, not reluctantly, more. Soon Coachheld me in place with himself fully embedded in my ass and groaned deeply.I felt his cock thicken and pulse inside me."Fuck yea, take my load Boy" he said, and I eagerly obliged. He shot intomy ass several times, then simply held his cock there, letting me feel hissize. I grasped my own hard cock in my hand and started stroking it,looking at myself in the mirror. It would only take me a few strokes, Iknew."Stop" Coach said, in his authoritative tone. "I didn't tell you you. Maybe 'her big dirty secret' was more appropriate. Then the high, the bliss, was gone. "Mistress? Why did you stop?" Jan whined, not daring to turn around to look into her eyes. He only did that when he was ordered to so by his Mistress."I need to use both my hands to apply the shampoo into your hair, slave." Laura simply said as she twirled off the cap of the shampoo.She squirted a large portion of shampoo on her hand, then put the shampoo away and rubbed her hands so they were both coated. “Oh, they tried, but their weapons didn’t work, just as yours won’t,” I told him, which brought a shocked look to his face, and a reaction from his hand as he steadied the powerful pistol with both hands, aimed it and pulled the trigger.As expected, nothing happened, but panic appeared on his face, as he pulled the bolt back on the large semi-automatic pistol to eject the cartridge and chamber a new one, still with his finger on the trigger. The pistol would have fired and shot him in the foot,.