‘It’s all your bloody fault. If you’d just gone to a cattery like any normal cat. But not you, huh, Your Royal Highness?’ Bluey was the reason...I’d temporarily moved back home. My parents, seemingly hell-bent on spending every last penny of their hard-earned savings, were currently on a three-week luxury cruise of the Caribbean. And why not? It was a great way to avoid the worst of a British winter, and besides, I wanted them to have some fun now that Dad had retired. Well, to at least try to. She'd had a nice rack of titties to start with and her several babies had given her an even nicer set of tits. And, Philip loved it whenever Celia gave birth and her milk had arrived. Celia was one of the hottest milk-producing babes he'd ever had the pleasure of fucking.Celia had just recently given birth to another baby, and since she was now post-partum and lactating, that meant that whenever Philip got with her, he got to enjoy not only fucking her sexy luscious pussy but he also got his. In the shower the passion overwhelms them, the tongues intertwine exchanging abundant saliva, this time he hugs her to himself, lifts her up so much that he can find his brawny dick at the height of the still drab pussy and pump it with great energy, while she, clinging to her powerful shoulders, wraps her legs around his buttocks. In short they come back to cum, this time in unison, and to shout together the explosion of their senses.They let the water flow along their bodies and they continue. I have to adimit that I was getting slightly aroused watching all of this happening right in front of me. I decided to go back to the bar and order another Corona and shot of tequila. As I was walking back to my seat I noticed this guy looking at me. I got a little nervous because this never happened to me before. I sat down and even though it felt like five minutes, it was probably more like one when he came over and asked if he could sit. I invited him to sit and we began to talk. He.