She was still beautiful, even more so than the last time I saw her. The way the moonlight reflected off her face made it seem like she was almost glow...ng. We had so much history between us but at this moment, she seemed like a stranger to me. We had grown up together and our parents had been friends long before we were born. She had seen me through my awkward and dorky teen years and I was witness to her tom-boy childhood. She had changed so much since then."How are your parents doing?" she. I was sipping my drink when I felt a hand grabbing my butt and a rough whispering voice by my era “Hey k**, how about coming in the bathroom with me? I’ll give you a drink far better than that vodka of yours…” I was astonished…First of all, I wasn’t a k**. I was eighteen since last midnight. Secondly, I suspected I would have to take that drink straight from its long meaty bottle…I turned around and was faced by a man in his mid forties, tall and well built, with a black pony tail. Behind him,. “Daddy” she gasped “oooh, its so big Daddy, it fills me even better than I thought it would, my boyfriend has a big dick, but not nearly as big as this” she added as her hips began to sway over me from groin to waist. The sensation of her gripping muscles was amazing as I felt a spasm of need to cum already pressing my sack tight. The back and forth movements soon changed to ovals over and around my mound, her pussy never raising from the base of the velvet steel that brought quakes to her. . b-break...”“Break?” Art said, and he forced himself up on his elbows. No room left for Natasha, sitting between the two beasts, still inside her, walls of meat and strength burying her. “I’m so close.”“So am I,” the beast behind her said.She whimpered, and forced her heavy arms out to touch Art’s chest. “Please, let me rest. I ... still ... t-t-tingly.”Her touch sent Art back to the bed, and he made another growl as he set his hands on her hips; Matt moved his out of the way, and held her.