We could see him looking through the kitchen window, his cock out and wanking. Once, I remembered I was desperate for the bathroom. Daddy laid a blanket on the ground, spreading food and drink for us all, laughing as he watched us. You felt me relax a little as you held my butt open, you pulled your thumb out of my ass, replacing it with two fingers, gently pushing into my star again. All the old men were sitting around watching Daddy and Ian fill me full, their spunk dripping from me, I never felt more satisfied or desired. Ian was deep-throating her hard, feeling her moan. When they had finished they unfastened Tia from the table, telling her to make them all a drink; she went to pick her panties up, but Daddy told her to stay naked. My fingers held my pussy lips wide, which made my clit protrude even more, I could see my pussy was all pink and juicy, and my clit was red and looked hard. How long he had been standing by the door I had no idea but said in a sharp voice; “What the fuck do you think are you doing Tia and why are you wanking?”
Hearing his voice made me jump, the mirror clunking on the table.
