" Dad, I'm eighteen now. The last thing I want to do is think about Mom or her uptight old fart she married," she said."Old fart?" he chuckled, "Well,...I hear he has pretty deep pockets. I guess Maria is finally happy." I'm happy, too, Daddy," she said kissing him on the cheek, "to get to spend a whole week with you by the sea."The party was at a secluded beach house. There must have been over a hundred people there from all walks of life. Blake warned her with a wink that the punch was spiked.. He turned toward me as we reached the inner sanctum of the brush and I could see the outline of his cock pressing against his jeans. It was getting dark but I could see he was a man in need. I approached, plopped my foam knee pad down on the ground in front of his feet and sunk to my knees. I reached up and started to unbutton his fly as he opened his belt and jeans. As he did so his cock popped out, rock hard and with prominent veins telling me he was fully loaded and fully erect. I took his. And a bunch of other doggone good songs about dogs.As he was listening, a hand reached out and grabbed him. He was pulled into the room. “You’re late! Things are just getting started. Get on up there!” Slightly dazed, he went in the direction indicated and found himself on top of a large, long table. While waiting for his head to clear a very large and very important looking, woman approached him. She laid hands on him. She opened his mouth. She turned his head back and forth. Then came the. She is full of energy as she springs out of bed and heads to the bathroom to put herself together. She roots around in the luggage as I lie in bed still half dreaming. When she emerges from the bathroom, I gasp at her body, lit from just that certain angle by the bath light. She clearly means business. Short black dress, tight against her lithe body. Her blonde hair pulled tight into a bun. Tall black boots with heals which make my cock ache for another go. "OK sleepy head! Get yourself.