His hands clamped down, holding me in place. I felt his cock thicken, ripping my throat. He let out a grunt and came. His cum was thick and brackish, ...ut I loved it. It seemed to pour out of him, dumping down my throat. I was trying to swallow it all, I know men like that, but there was too much. It filled my mouth. He pulled out as I gulped desperately. He was somehow still cumming. A thick wad fell on my forehead. Another one covered my cheek, and one shot into my eye. Each glob was the size. Gary had managed to get a table in the crowded pub andhad already bought me a large red wine. He rose to kissme and I knew from his look that he approved of myoutfit. As we parted his hand slid down my behindchecking in a brief touch the flimsy knickers and thebutton of the suspender. ‘You look great,’ he said andtook a sip of his Bacardi and coke.We made small talk for a while, then after a secondlarge wine I asked, ‘OK, what are we doing, and whatare the rules?’ He. The room is filled with our moans and the soft wet sounds as we move together. I pull away from your kiss as you push into me again. “Do you think you can move?” “Why? Where do you want me to be?” “I want to be on top of you.” You inwardly groan, smiling before pulling me close. You stay inside me and hold me in your arms as you move us both onto the sofa so that you are lying beneath me. As I begin to slide up and down, my cunt holds you in place as your ridge of your cock rubs against my. “Do I need one? Mom, do I need a bra? Can you see anything?”“Only your nipples, if you care at all?” mom said.“Nothing is wrong with what our daughter is wearing. You look beautiful, darling. Need any money, Jim?” Dad asked getting out his wallet.“Sure. I’ll never turn down money. We can get some Blake T-shirts. Do you want us to get one of each for you folks?”“No,” dad said handing me $80. “I’d never wear one of those. Get one for your mother to wear. She’d look good in one, don’t you.