‘You want a drink, Dad?’ ‘Brandy?’ He smiled at me, which was a rarity. ‘Yes,’ he offered. He knew my weakness is cognac, more so since my...idiot doctor banned it. I followed Tom into the hotel. Like me, he’s a lanky beanpole except, since my retirement a year earlier, the inactivity caused me to add ten pounds. In the lounge, we allowed our bodies to settle into the depths of the leather armchairs. ‘We can’t drink on empty stomachs.’ He handed me a menu. ‘Lunch?’ ‘Thank you, Tom. That will be. So Mindy and Robin were more than just friends, I thought, and to my teenage mind that was the coolest thing ever, but they were also dyking out right on top of me, and that was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me, bar none! Somehow, I just felt drawn into it. Next thing I knew, I oh-so confidently, casually, filled my hands with Robin's perfect ass cheeks. My God, they were magnificent! Instantly, she pressed into me, mashing her breasts exquisitely against me. A moment later her. He had already done that and the way he looked at me and sort of swaggered about he was telling me he was the boss. He had let the others have their turn at me as he had been first.He stood in front of me for a few seconds and then surprised me by jumping up onto my shoulders with his sheath and balls staring me in the face. When he thrust forward there was no doubt what he wanted me to do. I was happy to oblige. I cupped hi balls, stroked his sheath, watched his lipstick quickly appear and. "Oh, it's spectacular!" she responded enthusiastically."Would you like to dance?" Oh, I don't know how," she said regretfully. She would have loved to try the prim and proper dancing that they were doing: A choreographed picture of perfection."How do you know?" Charles asked. Good point, she thought, but before anything else could be said, Finley walked up to them."Look who I ran into," he said presenting a young man, about Cynara's age. It must be Sanford, she thought."Oh, so this is the.