. it's a beer, Daddy," you stammer, seeming to regain your composure a little at a time. I see your arm attached to the hand between your legs twitch ...s you realize what you look like. I don't want to give you the chance. "Don't! Move!" I yell and your whole body jumps, frozen again as you stare up into my eyes. "Now... your answer wasn't quite right, young lady. Who's beer is this?" Your lips tremble just a little before you say in a barely audible voice, "Y-yours. daddy." I turn the bottle. They complete the loop of her leg shackles. Flor can’t get loose and doesn’t want to ever be loose. I’m blinkered by her plump thighs. My field of view is nearly as one track narrow as old Roger one-eye! Flor’s felating me, hunching her hips and I’m munching Flor’s sweet pussy, as I walk up to her mother Bebe’s large custom built crib. Bebe crinkles her eyes in a smiling eyes smile, and she also grins from ear to ear. She is very happy to see me! She likes seeing me eat Flor’s pussy. Bebe’s. I went into my room and changed into a pair of boyshort panties and a long t-shirt my dad gave me, taking my wet bikini off. I trembled, my mind racing over seeing Will jerking himself off like that. Wondering what made him do that, why there, was he watching me or did I imagine that? As my thoughts raced for some time, I heard a knock at my sliding glass door downstairs, and I knew it was probably Will. I didn't want to answer it, my anxiety, nervousness, and sheer embarrassment was fighting. At this point of the night, I barely felt the tequila passing my lips and burning into the back of my throat. In that state of mind, I was on top of the world…All my girlfriends were lesbian; so, instead of a huge black male stripper to enjoy, they had hired a couple of beautiful, buxom, bodacious strippers that showed up in skintight, strapless dresses and super high heels. I giggled as both girls started their show. My girlfriends were cheering up like crazy and I felt I was very, very fuzzy.