I crept up beside him and looked around the partially open door. I could see mom sitting in a chair in front of my dad’s desk and dad was pacing in ...front of her. Mom was crying. ‘I can’t keep doing this JoAnne.’ I heard dad say. ‘Dad couldn’t keep doing what?’ I wondered. I looked over at Robert but he just shook his head. So I turned back to the room. ‘What about the kids Thomas?’ I heard mom sob. Dad stopped pacing and looked at her. ‘What about them? Robert is 19 and in college. Crystal is. A voice so steeped in magical chant and ecstatic, holy praise that God Himself would have seduced her just to listen as she reached her climax. In lilting jazzy riffs of moans and little pattering breaths; in low, agonized releases, in snarling, animal howls she was a singer. Awaiting a man to sing to. Thinking of the man she awaited, often in the nights, her fingers would wind their way along her skin, over the slopes of her hips, to the center of her thighs; wet lips there that clasped at her. Coat his cock and balls too. I want it all over us." My cock nearly burst at the thought. And with that I moved the water off of us as my girl dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She's never been shy about trying to suck the cum right out of me, but she went at my cock like a woman possessed. Her friend smiled, lifted her leg, spread her pussy, and let loose a river of piss all over us. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, let alone feeling. My girl was completely covered, her. Whenever my legs were free I’d try to wrap them around him but it never worked. He would laugh at me and come at me with another submission hold. But this match quickly became more violent as I tried to kick him off the bed. “Did you just try to kick me off of my own bed?” He asked in an angry voice. “Try being the key word in that question. You fell so I don’t know why you’re getting upset. You’ve tried to kick me off of my bed before.” He quickly came at me hard and punched me in the stomach..