I sat between Cyn and Carol while Frank worked his way around so Anne was between Dave and himself. The drinks and laughter were flowing freely as I c...ught Frank starting to work his magic on Anne. His arm was around her casually playing with one of her breasts. She became quiet but didn’t protest. I casually put my arms around both of the ladies as we continued to chat. The conversation became about erotic stories about each other's past adventures. The telltale signs of being turned on were. "Cocksucker! Cocksucker!" Donald began to babble. His hips humped gently back and forth, feeding her long lengths of cock."Does that feel good? Does my mouth feel goad on your cock?" she asked suddenly, lifting off his prick and rolling her lovely eyes up to his lust-clouded face. She held his prick tight in her hand, pointed it at an angle toward her face. His cock seemed to be nearly ten inches long now."Put it back in! Put it back in your mouth, you stupid slut!" he growled, trying to spear. “Need a hand?” he drawled, as he pushed his goggles up, onto his helmet.“Shit!” They were a group of Desperadoes. Craig had said that they might attend this year, as one of their favorite bands was playing on the Saturday night. We’d seen them a couple of years previously, at a different rally, when they had ransacked a beer tent, and beat up some security guards. “Em,” I stuttered, “I’ve got a flat, and can’t get the nuts off.”He took his helmet off, and shook his hair. Looking straight at me. Kept looking down and he couldn’t help his eyes from looking at my chest. I couldn’t blame him, my perky nipples were poking out of the thin fabric of the nighty.“Did you have your dinner papa?” I asked, making no effort to cover myself up.“No” he said, and looked away ashamed.“Let’s have dinner then.” I said and stepped out of the room. Neither of us spoke a word as we walked to the dining table. We didn’t hurry, but took our own sweet time. With each step, I moved closer to papa, and our.