”Cora knew all about Greta and my daughter. She also knew that if I did beat my grandfather, I would be expected to take several spouses. I would po...ssibly have to keep several of my grandfather’s spouses that would cause political consequences if I rejected them.I looked down into the bath, and Cora spread her legs in invitation for me sit between them. She liked me rubbing her tits with my back as she fondled me in the bath. Normally I’d then turn around and return the favour.I happily climbed. Pouring drinks, we all sat on the sectional sofa which had a large circular coffee table in front of it. I poppped in a nasty as fuck ghetto fuck flick to set the mood, watching this white chick getting her brains fucked out by three well hung black thugsters. My ebony lovers were busy stroking their black dicks in a teasing manner at me, as my basically non existant skirt allowed them to watch as I had slipped a finger inside my fully gaping pussy. My husband suggested that I go slip into. Not feeling anything he reached up just in time to see the parked car make contact with his head. Slowly opening his eyes he saw nothing around except a glowing person, figuring his glasses were just glaring cause of some snow he went to rub them. But he didnt find his glasses he felt his hand stop moving but didn't feeling anything. Come to think of it, he felt nothing at all, no pain, no cold, no wet, nothing. Trying to stand he quickly heard a voice."David, don't bother moving you aren't. “Phil, it’s me, Betty. We ... we need to talk.”“Betty?” he exclaimed, a bit loudly. He covered the receiver, as if it would make any difference, but both Abe and Meg lowered their food, concerned.“What’s wrong? Is Mom okay?”Phil absently waved her concern off until he could determine it for himself. “What is it, Betty? It’s not like you to call me out of the blue.”“We need to talk. Something ... something’s happened.”“Something good or something bad?”“I can’t do it justice over the phone. Where.