Sucking big hard cock. No, not a stranger. It was my son. My wife gave our son a blow job, on the sofa, in the living room of our family home. I was p...ralyzed. Not able to move. My eyes widened. My jaw nearly dropped down to the floor. Next to the shattered remains of the groceries that just dropped out of my hands. And the other two, they just kept on going. They must have heard me. But no reaction.The sound of a cock sliding down a throat filled the room. She took him deep. Balls deep. She. I hoped!She opened the hotel door and I attempted to walk. I was wobbly, to stay the least, and almost fell a couple of times. "No, no, no. You're doing it all wrong. You have to take smaller steps, and swivel your hips when you walk. Here. Watch me do it." Alex demonstrated what she was talking about by walking slowly across the room. I concentrated on her every movement. "Now you try it," she insisted. I tried again, doing much better this time. In fact, I was able to mimic a feminine gait.. Olivia couldn't help but squirm in her bonds as the first bottle was emptied into her. As soon as the first was finished, she heard the snap of the tube's other end being stretched over the next bottle. She squirmed more. Brannel was filling her so full, she felt as if she could burst at any moment. Finally, it was finished."Clench your cheeks," Brannel instructed her, after removing the tube from her ass. She flexed her haunches and her aft entrance tightened, holding the cool, fizzy wine. Craig was there pulling his foreskin back and forth over his bellend and after about five minutes Craig could've carried on and ejaculated but he held off he continued this tortuous routine of masturbating slowly at first and then furiously to a complete stop before he hit the point of no return. After twenty minutes Craig was ready to cum so he stroked his cock now ready to burst and then had an almighty orgasm when the door creaked open, Craig's sisters friend Amy was there. Amy was tall.