"You wanna fuck me, Daddy?" she asked sweetly"Fuck yeah" I slurred, too drunk and horny to enunciate, "I'm gonna fuck that tight pussy hard."She moane... on my cock and eased it down her throat."fuck yes, you dirty slut. Deep throat that dick." I eased my hips forward, aiding in her quest and she grinned around my shaft. It was amazing. My wife would've never ever done anything like that. I put my hand lightly on the back of her head and pushed down slightly. She responded by going down further. I heard her say, “Pinkie Swear, Charles.”I looked over and saw a delicious smile on Claire’s face as K started to try the cut time tempo. She was hesitating. “Look at me, Princess? This song is called, ‘Hold On’ so you can hold on to me and I know you can do this. Try it again? Yeah! Oh Princess, I knew you could do it.”To a casual observer what we were doing looked like a dance in slow motion, but it wasn’t really. Princess was gaining some confidence and was using those great legs and those. "The serving girl took a fancy to me, and gave me a round of cheese and a loaf, although I had only ordered a glass of mulled wine." He smiled to himself, and I fancied that many wenches would take a fancy to him, as he had an open, boyish, look and a dazzling smile.I thanked him and wondered if we would get to Bristol in time to stop the sailing of Western Star."The ebb tide is at ten this morning; if Hardy fails to reach the ship by then he will have a twelve hour wait before the next tide.". Some just like staying dirty—it was after-all, the woods. A few, including myself, engaged in the 'funk contest'. No shower all week long, with the contest being who could stink the loudest by Friday afternoon. I usually won :)I tap Riley on the head, and told him to spin around. He comes up off my dick smiling, and turning around, sits his super tite yung hole right down on the head of my dick. I have difficulty getting it in—he was pretty dry. So, with a 'fuck it' attitude, I just rake my.