”“What’s it called?”“The Railway Hotel,” Sharon said.“Go and have a beer,” Marcus laughed, “Maybe you can pick up down there.”“T...ere were only three people in there Marcus,” She looked back down the empty street toward the pub, “For Chrissake it’s a Tuesday night, not a Saturday.”“Well I’ll see what I can do here,” Marcus said. “Maybe we can spin a yarn to their girls.”“Give me a call in ten.” Sharon said. “I’m as horny as hell.”“No worries love, see ya.”“Bye,” Sharon said and slipped her phone. His lips pressed to hers and he was kissing his own daughter, passing her own flavor to her through his kiss. She moaned into his mouth and wrapped her arm around his neck. Together they rolled over in the silent dance played out by lovers everywhere. It was her turn to taste him and this time, she meant to do it right, she wanted to feel the hot blast of his sperm into her mouth, deep into her mouth, not just across her lips. She kissed a rapid path along his chest and belly until her. ”“What about your family?”“I live alone, I’m an only child. My parents live in the states,” Maria explained, “there’s not much to say about them...”“What do you do for a living?”“Don’t the witty glasses give it away?” Maria wondered. Her glasses had a black slender frame that gave little to no clues regarding her occupation. Holly remained silent as she tried to figure it out.“I’m a bookworm...” Maria added.“OMG,” Holly gasped as a roar originated in her balls. Jane was growing at a steady. Heidi wanted to say something but she was unable to form the words. All she could do was to babble and mumble like an idiot separated from her senses. Her squirting juices and her whimpers of pleasure said it all. She knew that it would not be long before her Hans began to fill her vagina with his lovely present of creamy cum. She realized that she would soon be feeling his fluids splashing against the walls of her vagina. The very thought of that waiting flood drove her into another shuddering.