I made love to my daddy’s cock. I stared into his dark eyes behind his glasses. He was such a sexy man.Older. Mature. Not like that boring Brett. Wh...t did I ever see in that boy?I had no idea. But I had my daddy now.I hardly heard June’s squeals as Mom ate her out. I was focused on Daddy. His cock. My pussy sliding up and down his girth. The bliss. The rapture of this moment. It was incredible. Outstanding. I reveled in it. The pleasure built and built as I worked my cunt up and down his. When she moved, I took her skirt-tail and wiped my cock dry, just before they hurried to the restroom.I turned to cram my stiff cock back down inside my jeans, then reached for my guitar. I almost panicked when I didn’t see my pick. Then I looked at the neck of my guitar, up by the top fret and there it was, snugly under the strings.I had just played halfway through the first verse of – Wanting You – when Patricia Williams walked up and stood so close, my right elbow was just underneath her. I was constantly looking at her boobs. Both were pressing against my chest.. they were very soft and smooth. She pushed me and took my hand.. Kissed on the hand and slowly kept it on her left boob.. wow.. my dream come true.. she was so beautiful.. smooth boob and difficult to cover with one hand. I was pressing smoothly and slowly. I pulled her saree.. saw two big globes standing infront of me. She turned around.. I hugged her from back and started removing removed hooks one by one slowly... Jessica typed something into her phone and a minute later a figure appeared at the window: a tall, beautiful black-haired woman in high heels and a short black cocktail dress. Jessica popped open the door and the women slid inside, settling onto the seat next to Jessica. Kat suddenly became aware that music was playing, something French, slinky and bass-heavy.The black-haired woman reached down into her cleavage and pulled out a wad of bills, which she handed over to Jessica. Jessica ruffled.