. . . .Damn it! . . . . .Oh my, oh God! Oh my God!” You then reach back with one hand to grab a fist full of my hair, but it's only because your try...ng to pull me farther into the fiery depths of your hot ass & pussy! "Oh my God!" You start saying, over & over as my insanely wild tongue has you now squirting uncontrollable orgasms, one after another after another! . . . . ."Jesus H Ohoooo!" "Right there, right there, right there! Oh FUCK! "Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop!" My mouth now. She leaned forward and they kissed. Peter knelt behind her and rubbed lotion on the head of his cock.Kelly could see the girl bite her lip; preparing herself for what was next. James paused to let Kelly capture every delicious detail of what she was witnessing. Kelly had never seen a woman take two men like that. Her mind told her it was wicked, but her body yearned to hold Peter's cock as he entered the young woman's ass.Kelly watched the girl gasp as a second cock penetrated her. Kelly could. They were usually very nice, but occasionally there were dirt bags. The men who expected stuff. However, I never did anything, even though sometimes they'd ask.My mother would always have us call the men our daddy. However, they weren’t our father. We all had a different father. My mother didn’t marry any of the men who made her pregnant. In fact, we never knew who our fathers were.Sometimes, when our mother had to work late, we’d stay at our grandmother’s. She didn’t approve of how our mother. Gently shaking him awake, I led Timmy upstairs to his bedroom. Afterwards, I headed toward my room to change and go to sleep. I was dead-tired. Instead, I heard Dad call for me to come downstairs. Remembering his lustful looks at the restaurant, and what he'd done at the beach, I descended the stairs with leery suspicion. Better to get it over with. Dad wasn't the kind to take no for an answer.Dad greeted me in the kitchen with two champagne bottles--one in each hand. He'd changed out of his.