" Mike had definitely noticed Helen's nipple rings. "Oh really?" Lucy looked over her shoulder to make sure she had some privacy. "And what is ...the little slut doing now?" She slowly traced a line along the inside of her thigh, from the bottom hem of her shorts, to the back of her knee. She and Mike had often talked about their daughter in bed. Whether it was actual role play, or just talking about her like she's a piece of meat, they both got off by sexualizing her. "She's. Having family in the house was great, and Grampa took me by the hand and sat me down in the den after supper. He had his small glass of whiskey and took a sip.He spoke with a soft Irish brogue and asked me, "Are you doing well then, lassie?"I smiled and said, "Aye, Grampa Ian."He scowled and said, "Don't be makin' fun of the way an old man talks, girl. It doesn't become you."I apologized and he said, "Your mother has told me a bit of your troubles."I thought 'Oh no!" and he said, "I have but. She presses down on him more, his thrusts are becoming more insistent. Precious looks over and sees that Mrs. is watching them, her hand down between her thighs. Grunting, Mr. gives one final, hard, upward thrust, and groans, then is still beneath her, his hands releasing the grip on her hips. Precious stands and moves toward Mrs., straddling her leg. Kissing her hard on the lips and stroking her cheek while Mrs. continues to finger fuck herself. Sliding her hand down her arm, Precious covers. Michelle frowned and shook her head as she looked at the phone. Trying to sound puzzled Mike asked, “What’s wrong?”“No one’s there,” Michelle said with a shake of her head.“Huh that’s weird,” Mike said as he knelt down next to her.“Well maybe they’ll call back,” Michelle said as she handed him the phone.Not for awhile, Mike thought as he took the phone. He forced himself to look away from her bare back and gaze up at the clear blue sky as he asked, “So you gonna be out here?”“Yeah,” Michelle.