She pulled up smiling. ‘Puppy me?’ ‘Love to,’ I told her. I extracted myself from Kelly’s oral attention, and moved behind my wife. I rubbe...d my cock against her opening, until she opened and I slid into her. I stroked inside her gently, gazing down on her bruised bottom. I caressed her buns carefully. ‘Harder, baby, make me feel it,’ Wendy moaned. Kelly was lying beside us, our audience, a little smile turning the corner of her lips up. ‘God, I love watching you guys together.’ I grinned,. A few nights later, the same kind of noises except louder…I decided to take a peak…I know it was naughty but I crept silently out onto the balcony and peaked in their bedroom…Dad had a stiff long cock and my Mom was working on it with her hands…playing with him…laughing and then putting her face down, kissing his penis, letting it slip in and out of her mouth…Dad was holding her head down and playing with her hair and ears…she would look up from time to time…he had a huge smile and lifted his. " mum said. "But well you know." she looked quite sad, and I felt for her, she'd genuinely cared for Arnold and there was no doubt that he'd helped her and a lot of other women less fortunate than she and Jill had been."What happens now then?" I was in a daze, I didn't have a clue about what to do or say to either of them."We eat our breakfast, then go and get the tomatoes in for Mr. Patel of course."Mum's face was perfectly straight and serious when she said it and I nodded, then the sheer. ’ He sneered at her. ‘You think you can make him talk?’ His sneer turned to open laugher in her face. ‘You?’ ‘Yes. Please, let me try.’ Still laughing, he shook his head. ‘You’re too soft. Your idea of torture would probably be to tickle his feet with a fucking feather or some shit like that!’ She stared at him, her gaze locked with his, unsmiling. ‘You’ve no idea what I’m capable of, Tyson.’ His laughter gave way to a frown. ‘You threatening me, bitch?’ ‘No.’ ‘Sounded like a threat to me,.