His boys are with him to help with stacking the wood on the porch. Mort closes off all of the upper windows of both porches, except the southern ends ...because they’re well protected by the stables and garage. The new load of wood is stacked at the northern end of the porch. Mort leaves that to Ben and the boys while Jenny takes over settling the guests arriving at the front door and Mort sets about placing their cars and trucks to be safe and out of the way by parking them close together around. My mother's back would be laced with angry red welts.My father would then ask my mother, "What request you have to make, Bitch?" and she would reply, "Please fuck me in the ass. My Lord - I beg you. Please fuck me with your precious cock so you will know how much I love you."Then father would rub some lubricant on her ass and place his penis at the entrance. After a few pushes he would be in and begin to fuck her wildly. In spite of the pain my mother would would begin to push and raise her bum. Her breasts were nice, little, round, mounds, tipped with bright pink nipples and areola. That they were mouth-watering was an understatement, and more than likely, a near insult. She was easily a 34B, and could be a C. When she stood to speak, she turned slightly, and the lower part of her cheeks was plainly in view. She was wearing her hair in a ponytail, and it was longer than Sharon had thought. It fell to between her shoulder blades. The denim shorts were displaying a camel toe, as well,. A nervous little man in a three piece suit came scurrying down with a harried look on his pale face. He looked like he could be old enough to be my grandfather and he smiled with relief when he saw me.Smoothing his disheveled gray hair back into place, he reached out to shake my dad's hand. "Sir, I am glad you made it. And you Alexandra," he said, his voice high pitched and very stressed. "And I am glad you haven't got that cast off yet. The judge gave me until noon to have a credible witness.