After a few minutes, he stopped trusting, grabbed her head with both hands, and forced himself as deep into her throat as he could. Like a good cocks...cking slut, she continues to run her tongue against his dick as she stares into his eyes and gags. He can feel her throat convulse as her body begins to grave oxygen, but her eyes never drift from his. He held her head in place as her eyes began to roll back and she began to pass out. Even still she didn’t try to pull away from him.“If I. She was kneeling down at the top of the tank, and she slowly pulled me towards the ladder at the side. But there was no repeat of the nice smile she had given Tracey, and she kept her body upright so there was no peeping down the front of her nurses tunic to view that wonderful body. No pleasant chit-chat, either - just a simple 'Are you alright, Dr Goodchild?' Unfortunately, she would never give me the slightest encouragement that some day she might become heterosexual, and satisfy the lust of. Father chuckled. “Relax, girls,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. “I’m just going to get comfortable. The girls sat back on their haunches and watched as Father removed his dress shirt and undershirt, then slipped off his shoes and socks, and finally stepped out of his trousers and pulled off his boxer shorts. He was still in good shape, with a powerful chest and legs, but his daughters had eyes for only one part of him. Stroking his hard cock with one hand in a relaxed rhythm, Father took two. "Janet," Joan said, "Did you bring those condoms?" Sure, when you're smashed you're liable to have sex with damn near anyone; even that short dumpy one."The three guys moved in on the girls, struck up a conversation, and bought a round of drinks. The tallest one was Roger, the red sweater was Giles, and the short one was Barry.Roger hit on Janet, but was rebuffed when she downed her drink before he'd even raised his glass. She let a hand drop onto Giles thigh, and cemented their relationship.