“Who was that? Your Dad?” Michelle asked her.“Yeah. He worked late tonight so that he can try for a three-day weekend, this coming. He told me t...hat last night, but I forgot. Anyway, I told him I’d be home about eight. You wanna walk with me as far as the park?” she inquired.“Sure. Can I, Mom? Dad?”“Yeah, okay, but you be careful out there, especially on the way back.” Ben said to her. He’d given his approval, so there was no sense in his wife objecting, although she shared her husband’s. I could feel my pussy lips going wetter … The second man was holding my arms over my head and the third man had been meanwhile searching the house for valuables; he returned with our camcorder… “Look what I found, guys. Let's tape this slutty wife getting fucked." He said.I saw he was starting to tape everything and so I was even further mortified, but at this point I could barely contain my own reaction to the large man's manipulation. I felt my own pelvis rocking up to meet his short thrusts.. Their bank loan and savings landed them a 2218-acre ranch that had since been sold to a neighbor apart from the ranch house and 12-acres, enough to support Ada’s horses and a lame skinny cow called Susie that none of the buyers had wanted. With all that done, Ada had spent the past two months passively healing. Now she was ready but for what she had no idea. In the eighteen months hoping Aaron would throw his illness but accepting he was dying, Ada had found comfort in writing romance novels. I repeated the treatment on the other beauty for some more time, alternating between the two of the best things that God ever made. She was bouncing on the bed by now. My cock was in her beautiful hands through my zipper. She pouted beautifully and said “You are still dressed”. I just smiled and said that I have done my job and that she should do hers. She needed no further encouragement. She ripped through my clothes like a woman possessed. I was in my birthday suit in seconds. She whistled.