"Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed...by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading the back of a bottle she came from behind the counter and started rearranging items. "Do you get bored being in here all night?" "Yes. But no one else will do it". Using my handkerchief, which I fish out of my handbag, I hurriedly scour them away while the car comes to an eventual halt and Mason on the other hand speedily hauls his trousers up to dress his naked bums and dick and then fastens tightly his zip to finish with. I feel remorseful about everything nevertheless. Were we really supposed to be doing this here inside the tearing car? I dont agree so. At fifty-eight, Masons dad, Trevor Cox, is as wonderfully handsome and in perfect good shape as. His prick pummeled mine from above due to our position.It was not possible for me to tell who was bigger, but he felt huge and in any case, he had a hard tool he forced down on me time after time.I tried to grab his head to pull his body a bit away so i could get on top of him, but he had a 3mm haircut and was in quite a frenzy right now.Like a grunting tiger who dominates his mate, he let his lance thrust onto mine time after time.But my Cock had some fiight left in him.Whatever he dished out. I saw Cathy dig her elbow in Vicky’s side and saw them both move on their chairs. Cathy then dropped her fork and bent down to look for it under the table. “Ohh it’s on your side of the table can you get it for me please Ross” Not realizing it was intentional, I grumbled but bent down under the table. The fork was right in front of mum’s foot much nearer to Cathy than me. What I did notice was that both Cathy and Vicky’s legs were spread wide and I could see that they were not wearing any.