He knew what was going on the whole time."So it doesn't bother you that your son and daughter are fucking in front of us?" Mom asked."Not at all. When... did you and I start having sex, Sis?" Dad asked."How long have you known we were fucking?" I asked."You two weren't exactly quiet last night, neither was Emma for that matter." Dad said. "It was quite the marathon trying to keep up with you Cyrus." Dad laughed."Neither was mom." I said."Cyrus." Mom scolded me."What? It's true. You and dad fucking. “-or, or maybe a new one?”Helasia looked down to regard me, I stared somewhat absent mindedly back at her. Then she turned back towards him.“No, I don’t think he’s going to need clothes for a while,” she stated firmly before turning back to walk down the ramp.With that, the man picked up her clothes and followed behind us the whole way across the reserve to the room. I smirked the whole way there. Never, not once had I ever seen a runner follow a predator like that. If I hadn’t been so. I could taste our juices on her lips. I told George that I didn't know if Jill would go for anything like that but that I would bring it up to her. I went back to my room. It was two am and I was worn out. I slept till nine. It was Friday and I stopped at three more places looking for work with no luck. Then I grabbed a seafood dinner at pier 54 and headed home. When I got home, Jill met me in a tiny maid's uniform and crotchless lace underwear. She was horny and ready to take me to bed.. The third of her spit roast style, Ernest`s tool in her mouth though how he had taken it remains a mystery… perhaps a timer… the look on her face one of terror. She said with a grin, “I was scared of clamping down on his meat…!” He flipped through the rest of the album, two more pages each of just her proudly displaying her marks presumably after ‘he’ had left. These were the only pictures in the book, the other three pages were blank. She grinned and said, the camera is over there, perhaps we.