”I walked to stand by Mr. Miller and my half naked, unconscious mother. My father’s eyes tracked me the whole time. Mr. Miller lifted a hand and...cupped one of my big tits, he rolled the nipple and roughly squeezed it while doing the same to one of my mother’s smaller tits. “I still don’t see it. Put your tits closer to hers whore.” I heard my father make a strangled sound as I straddled my mother and leaned over. I pressed my hard nipples up against hers and started rubbing against her. I. "What about your dresses, aren't you bothering with them?" I laughed and their reply stunned me."No." No, did you say no?" Yes," they chorused, confusing me totally."Eh?" Yes." they giggled, and mum said, "Yes we did say no, we're not wearing the dresses, just a coat until we get in the club and then it's look out girls, here we come." Just girls?" Just girls Tommy," mum laughed. "But at the end of the night, we'll all be coming home together." Well, what are we waiting for?" I laughed lead me. Their passions were rising again, as was his tool. Michelle was getting closer to her goal with each passing moment. She had to get him to fuck her tonight. She could feel his rod stiffening against her. Bigger and bigger it got the longer they kissed. She caressed his bulging biceps as her hands wandered over his rich coffee-colored skin. The dew slowly collected in the 'v' between her legs as her excitement rose. He could smell Michelle's passion and could sense her increasing need to have. Her stay with Abdul and Jeff’s conquest of her had changed all that. She was a different woman; confident, assured and dominant. It made her even sexier but it also made him feel intimidated. Julie noticed him looking at her and asked what was wrong. Alistair shook his head. “Come on tell me,” she insisted. He told her his thoughts. Julie rushed to where he was standing and hugged him. “Look, I am never going to leave you,” she told him. “All this is for our enjoyment. I am not doing this.