Big and blue and they literally shone when she smiled.Add to all this an endless pair of legs often shown off in stilettos andshe almost turned me in...o a stalker. Almost.After a few hellos in the lift, Tanya had asked me to join her gym. I amactually quite thin but the sparkle in her eyes when she asked me left mea little weak in the legs and I promised to join up.I was a 25-year-old graphic designer in a an advertising firm with nogirlfriend or social life. A sad state of affairs. So you'll. Mark had barely shucked out of his snowsuit before he ran into the living room."Daddy," he said excitedly."Hey, Champ," I said. "I've sure missed you."I can't begin to explain the feelings I get when I see my son. He looks so much like me that it is scary. I wish my mother were still alive to see it. You can put my pictures from the same age beside his and — aside from the fact I'm dressed in the height of 1970's fashion — you can barely tell a difference.If I could get Mark to dress in a. "Even the boys?" Sara asked.I glanced at the boys and their eager faces. Already, two had dropped their flies and pulled out stiff, veiny cocks."Sure," I said, "Even the boys." What a wonderful suggestion!" Lily said. But my eyes returned to Sara. She looked so proud.The men, the terrible, creepy men of whom Sara had spoken, arrived late to the party. By then, I'd been fucked so many times in so many places that I didn't think I could even walk. All evening, my mouth had been filled again and. He leaned forward too and stroked his cock a few times into the valley between my cummy tits. He re-gripped his cock and with just a few more strokes it was ready to explode too. He steadied himself and then released the largest load of cum I had ever seen.I had seen fake cum shots in movies before which seemed to pour gallons of cum from a blurry cock, but this was real life and he was pumping his huge load all over my tits and my hands and my tummy. His final few long thick ropes hit me first.