Jill got up and went to the kitchen. Owen was sitting down at the table reading the newspaper. ‘Dad?…’ Jill asked without trying to cry. Owen lo...oked up from the newspaper and looked at Jill’s red eyes. ‘What is it, my little angel?’ He said nicely. ‘Do…you…guys hate…me?’ Jill said as she sobbed. ‘No! Of course not sweetie! Listen…we love you very much but alcohol is a big thing for your siblings and mother, just let it go. Don’t let it get to you okay? Please…’ Jill nodded as tears fell onto. Those hands felt, to put it mildly, sensuous and erotic. He saw the fingers, immediately. He did not know whose they were either. But as those hands came sliding down over his him they felt silky and emotionally arousing as hell, he recalled. “Hi lover” her voice said. Mark thought back. Oh my god, he remembered thinking. “Marge?” he said aloud. She said yes in a tone of voice made only for angels or something like that. “Oh god Marge not here Marge” he told her. “My wife’s here. My wife and I. Addie and Wes were pretty good friends. We often double-dated, me and Wes with her and Ryan, and usually it was me and Ryan making small-talk while those two talked a mile a minute, discussing Game of Thrones and Star Wars and Doctor Who or Strange or whatever. Who knew Wes was such a nerd? Actually, who knew Addie was? I sure didn’t. They’d become close, and I never minded because Addie was like family, and it was nice when your boyfriend got along with your family.“Two more hours,” Addie. After she finished orgasmning I saw she was a bit out of breath so I took over control moving us so I was on top of her in missionary position. I pounded deep and hard in and out of her puss as I looked at her facial expressions while she moaned from me fucking her. "God yes, oh god yes" she moan as I fucked her hard and rough. I then pulled out and moved Sarah onto her hands and knees and enter her from behind. I grabbed onto her hips and pulled her back into me as I thrusted hard and rough.