Over the next hour I carried on gazing at the naked men as well as joining inwith the conversation around the bar. I also surveyed my surroundings.The...guy that had given me the magazine was called Richard, he was a stocky goodlooking guy but unfortunately he was happily in a relationship. This left onlythe barman and Richard's friend.Now although I'd always seen myself as the butch side of the arrangement (notthat I am overly butch, but that's just how my fantasies go) the barman was alittle. They don’t care what we do. Mom knew that I fucked in their bed before and she just looked at me like she didn’t care. . . Keep going bro this is good. I’m gonna cum again. . . . “she saidI sucked on her titties and I gave her hickies all over her body. She loved every moment. She stood up all of a sudden and she moved forward and guided my cock into her tight ass. This surprised me so much. She liked it in the pooper!!! I fucked my darling little sister in her ass and all she could do was moan. Then he had to ask the question. ‘Why did you invite me over here tonight? I know it wasn’t just for this ice cream, which was very good I might add.’ I replied the normal thank you and played with my empty bowl. I didn’t want to tell him why I invited him over anymore. I was using the silence to think because I didn’t have a backup story prepared. I started thinking about how good he looked and how nice the conversation flowed between us. I was chastising myself for letting him get away from. This time instead of biting it, she whispered softly and seductively into it. “Fingers or tongue?” she asked me. For a moment I could not find my voice, all I could think of to do was moan. I did not know which answer to choose. Did I want her to lick my pussy until I came or did I want her to fuck me with her beautiful fingers? “Tongue,” I finally let out, almost in a begging tone. I wanted to feel her warm tongue pressed up inside of my pussy. I wanted to her taste my juices which were still.