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“Are you ready to have a blowjob dope time tonight?” “Hell yeah! Your friend Greg here is such cool guy.” She says, while rubbing his arm. “Yeah, he is the coolest, isn’t he?” No one caught my sarcasm as Greg and Katy ignored me and slipped into a conversation I assume they were continuing from earlier. I pull off and after what felt like a long 20 minute drive listening to them aggressively flirt with each other, we arrive at a huge gated blonde house. “Damn, you guys said a party, not a banquet!” Katy eyes teen was wide. The guard came up to our car. “Names.” His voiced through the car. “Uh, yeah, I’m Mike Hill, This is Gregory Grey, and she is our plus one.” I said, pointing around the car. “Ok, you check out, head to the left, it’s a few spots you can park public at over that way.” He said, passing me a sticker to put in the window. “Damn, that dude is fucking huge. Hate to see him in a dark alley.” Greg said, staring out the back window. We park the car, and make out way around to the door. As we get girlfriend closer and closer, music is pouring from open windows and we here the chatter of what sounds like a gang of people inside. Greg and Katy start speed walking to the door and disappear inside, as I follow behind. I can never resist a dare, even more so if it involves exposing myself. I sat there teen quietly thinking about how lucky I was to have Janice in my life for such a long time and we had three beautiful daughters out of the deal. “So when girlfriend did you blonde have your first sea fuck Georgia?” But, I’m not the only one who calls him Daddy. Deb couldn't feel anything public from the waist down, blowjob due to the numbing sensation she had endured for the past 15 minutes. Slowly I began to push in at a steady pace and Dee spread her knees wider as she finally allowed me to bury more than half my cock in her tight pussy. Nothing could be hotter. Jill and I had created a moment in time that they will forever remember……and yet, the weekend isn’t over. But I don’t know how we’d do this. “Since we’re gone for the weekend let’s text Sena and Otto, you her, me him. “The softest part is your cunt,” there was that word. "Am...I good?"