..''''comon dude , we are alone its nothing''nervously getting it out the pouchputting it on the headmy god it was so biggetting it down on his cock ,...sliding my hands down his large big dark cock made me feel overwhelm ''damn you are so big''''yes , i know im so horny''''you should suck my cock, with this condom its not like you really suck it''and i look at him knowing exactly ir was going to happenhead down pushed by him mouth open on his big cock tasting the sweat strawberry flavor''oh yeah. Come along honey. I already horny” said Cindy and led his away. I turned my attention to the wife. “Hello, I am Beth” I said. "Hello. I am Claudia” was the reply. Claudia was my height, mid-30s like me and very shapely. Her top revealed what was obviously a pair of enhanced tits. “Do you have a preference?” I asked. “Oh you just pick a dog. I really don’t care which one” she said “I only do it to please my husband”. “Have you ever had the Rottie?” I asked. “No, I haven’t” she replied. “Well. " Yes, I sort of expected you'd get married one day." Then a bit of panic hit me. I'd heard about how divorcing parents often resulted in the children being unwilling to make a commitment. "You're not breaking up are you? You two seemed so right for each other." No, it's just the opposite, in fact. We want to get married. You know I love him Daddy. We don't want to wait; we know we want to spend our lives together."I heaved a sigh of relief. "So are you asking my permission, or you asking me to. Of course, neither one of us knew any better, so we went along with the routine.I managed to hold out for three months before I finally caved in and asked Sally to marry me. She agreed immediately, but we still had to get the permission of her parents. It was not until later that I realized that the permission was a foregone conclusion: after all, they had an old maid for a daughter who was finally interested in a man and had one interested in her. My request was on a Friday, and the Olsons.