When Bobby, closely followed by his father, first entered the house, I believe that I was the only one cognizant of that fact. Kristine was having her mouth filled with the cum from Will’s knob, as she had continued her slobbering of it and Robert was presently shooting his manly essence into the beautiful Nicole, who was also climaxing.
Jackie was slumped over my beautiful bottom after shooting his semen straight up my behind. I was somewhat intrigued to see what the reaction of Bobby and Jackie’s paterfamilias might be, but I was never really worried. The best of men are still at heart nothing but ‘dirty dogs,’ but I don’t hold that against them – because I’m a bitch in heat. Mwahaha!
The first indication to the other occupants of the living room that something might be slightly amiss in the area of privacy was when Bobby began to laugh after seeing the tableau of sexual preoccupation that lay before him.
Naturally the first two people who reacted were the females. Kristine and Nicole appeared completely panic-stricken and looked as if they didn’t know whether to shit or go blind. Since I was still on my hands and knees facing them, I was able to assuage their fears by broadly winking at them. They both visibly relaxed after that.
I disengaged myself from Jackie’s prick, which had remained crammed up my rectum and stood up. I swear I heard a pop, as it left my asshole. I figured Bobby and Jackie came by their early sexual proclivities naturally, because their father looked pretty good for an old man.
He had the same rugged good looks, although they were now slightly blurred by time. He appeared to have Bobby’s handsomeness and Jackie’s large upper body. He obviously worked out several times as week, as he looked very hot – at least to me! After all, he was only in his early thirties.
The older man gazed upon my fulsome breasts with their fully erected nipples and plump dripping pussy and he looked my stark naked body up and down. He stood in front of me and apparently liked what he saw, because he smiled widely as he spoke, “Well, little Bubblegom, it looks as if you’re all grown up. How are you, Sara?”
It appeared he remembered me. “I’m doing great,” I declared, “as you can see, Mr. Foster.” I stepped closer, pushing my totally bare body forward and almost touching his.
He laughed the identical laugh as his sons and responded, “Please call me Chad. Being called Mr. Fuller by one as beautiful as you makes me feel old.”
Hehe, had a way with words, didn’t he? “Okay, Chad,” I agreed.
