“I’m happy he socked that fat boy, Susy.” Fred looked approvingly around the dinner table. Susy had a worried and almost anxious expression on h...r face. His eldest daughter, Sally, had come home for a surprise visit that afternoon, and she looked more bemused than anything else. Patrick avoided his father’s gaze, but Fred could see blossoming confidence in his son. “And if Pat was late for dinner because he was with some girl, great. Patrick needs more women, and fights, in his life.”“But...”. It smelled of cunt; her cunt, she knew instinctively. The same finger that had invaded her in the middle of the bustling club. Without hesitation, she took it, sucking it into her mouth, swallowing the taste of her own pussy, not caring that her bra was being unfastened, that its straps were sliding down her arms, that her exposed tits here being cupped and fondled and bitten and licked, that her skirt was being unzipped from behind. Soon, it too, lay forgotten on the dance floor. In a moment. More

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