" As Betty's orgasm reached its peak Dave climbed off the gyrating waitress and pulled her over onto her hands and knees. Then, kneeling behind her, D...ve thrust his hard cock into her wet open cunt with one hard shove. Having buried his cock into her gapping pussy, Dave reached under her and grabbed a handful of tit with each hand. Pulling on her breasts for extra leverage Dave slammed his cock into her cunt with all the force her could muster.Betty, her head hanging down and being slammed up. The hand disappeared for a couple moments and Marg began to think its owner had left before she felt the touch on her lips. There was a smell of old piss and sweat but Marg knew her duty and opened her lips. The cock head was fat and Marg realized it would be a good sized cock if she could see it. She was pulled further to the side of the bed so its owner could stand beside the bed and feed her. A hand took her head and held it while he began to fuck her mouth. Marg, without her hands, had no. I typed, “I'm patiently waiting for that shirt to come off.” She was standing so I could not see her face, but she gave me a thumbs up. I could see that she was only wearing panties as she slowly pulled the shirt up. She revealed a pair of beautiful perky A cup breasts, with small nipples that were erect. She told me she loved role playing with a Daddy figure, and squeezed her breasts together as she said that. “Mmmmm, delicious!” I wrote. In that intoxicating southern drawl, she asked me what. It was nearly a daily occurrence, but given the state of grogginess I was in I just ignored it and went back to sleep every time. Until one particular night, I woke up again. This time, I did not hear the usual whispers but rather, heavy breathing and panting along with passionate moans that had propagated and wafted to my ears.I tried to go back to sleep, but the sounds were particularly noisy that night. Thinking back on it, that was probably the first time I had woken up in the midst of them.