A matronly woman was staring at us. I couldn't keep standing there. I squared my shoulders and was forming the words of my exit speech when she spoke ...gain. "Margaret, this is Sammy Oldham. He's going to ask you to dance, aren't you Sammy?"The matronly woman was glaring at me now. I had no choice but to take a step to my left. "May I have the pleasure of this dance?" Margaret smiled and stuck out her hand for me to hold as we walked a few steps towards the other dancers. She practically fell. She cried some more. I poked her with my middle finger about a dozen times more. Mandy just kept crying. Personally I didn’t think I had inflicted all that much pain. I figured that she was mostly embarrassed to beat hell with her father finger fucking her and her brothers watching. As was suggested I placed two fingers at her entrance and pushed in both my index and middle fingers. I felt muck more resistance this time and had to fuck her with my fingers getting in a little further each time.. Up and down my hand moved showing my spying husband just how big my lover’s cock is. Jerry moved one hand to my chest and began caressing my breast through the fabric of my blouse and the cotton bra beneath. We continued our sensual foreplay for a full five minutes. Paul apparently had seen enough; his car started and for a moment before he pulled out turning his car my lover and I were exposed by the harsh light from his head lights. Paul sped off, and I slid my hand from his cock, “Where,” I. "I locked the front door when I came in."Glynn was staring at her, and she could feel his eyes licking hotly over her tits, so she let the wrap-around towel slide down and expose them. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her pussy was throbbing softly between her thighs. He said, "You really want to join us, sis? I mean--screw with us?" I really want to," she answered. "I never did this before, either, but I'm sure we can work it out and ball." Oh yes," Jean breathed heavily. "This ought to be.