Nothing was further from Tom's mind as he saw this as a dinner date and he tried his best to pass pleasant conversation with his albeit imprisoned dat....The food tasted good although it did pass through Sandra's mind that he could have doped the food in some way as a way of ending the situation either fatally or as a way of dumping her somewhere out of the way. She even began to suspect that the wine maybe drugged as he seemed eager for her to drink as much as possible, but he sensed this was. This was not a kiss of mercy, or of pain. This was joyous, anddelicious, and real. My lips, pressing against his, with urgency andmeaning.I kissed Gary.For about a millisecond I created images in my head of him throwing meoff, yelling and screaming about my forward behavior, being called afag or something else mean-spirited, little mental snippets of beingin physical danger as he kicked me out of his place of business, outof his life. Ruining everything.But he didn?t do any of those things. . Drew complied with her demands and inhaled a deep breath of his daughters smelly and musky panties. Maddison sensed that she now had the upper hand and was going to control what was going to happen next. She was going to let her father finish what he started but it was going to happen in her presence. “Keep smelling my nasty pennies, it’s mixed with my sweat, piss and cum daddy, and I knew you fucking like it you sick pervert! I bet you want to smell the direct source you sick fuck! Drew had. I'm not about to belittle them for enjoying life and eschewing work...I glanced back at my fellow crewmates, only to find them quite close together. Sid was now sitting on the edge of the pool, about eight feet to my left. Somehow, he'd lost his swim trunks. Ingrid was between his knees, and my guess was that Sid was responsible for her bikini top floating towards me. I sure hope she'd sunscreened her tits. She was fondling Sid, much to Sid's obvious pleasure. I could just hear what Ingrid was.