She helped herself to another two before the dancing started again. Then she found that she was dancing with her father again. She heard him call her ...enny, but where she would have corrected him a few minutes before she was already trying to figure out how she could stop the itch that had developed between her legs. It didn’t help when she realized what that itch was about!By that time her head was a bit dizzy. Frankly, when she realized she had heard the sound of a zipper, her dress was too. I got on all fours, moved into the most suitable place for her to spank me with the least effort. Then I waited in anticipation for the punishment that I craved. I felt so happy when she started, that my tears started flowing only after the twentieth blow. Altogether I received forty of them before she stopped. My ass was sore all over and my face wet with tears. However my eyes glowed with pride for having such a Mistress. It was now time to make Mistress Serena cum, so I fondled her. The pleasure suffusing her body was incredible, unbearable, and everything that she could ever have hoped. She was still absolutely determined to win this fuckfight, to force Tina into a submissive orgasm. Suddenly, however, she felt her body reach its sexual limit. Unbearable tension flooded her tits, her cunt, tightened her muscles. She was on the verge of an incredible orgasm. Moaning, gasping with effort, she bore in with her clit, ramming her throbbing sexhorn against Tina’s equally thick,. It was all over before I knew it. Wes backed up from me, pulled his shorts up and stumbled out the side door as if he was drunk. I heard him throw up right after the screen door slammed. Then he opened the side door to the garage, dragged his bike out and was gone. All this happened before I got up from the table.It was just getting dark when Wes got back. I guess it had been raining for about 15 minutes and he'd gotten soaked riding home on his bike. He looked like a puppy with his tail.