I turned little by little until I saw their copulating outline in the shadow of the doorway, out of line of the moonlight beam, but as my eyes became ...accustomed and focused, I realized it was uncle Harry and Mum, she sounded so different as she clung to him, and he, gripping her buttocks, occasionally slipping out of her, his cock slipped between her legs and stuck out for me to savor, and they frantically putting it back inside her.Uncle Harry had the biggest cock I had ever seen, even though. Angie maybe in her late forties but my oh my would I love to slip my cock inside her mature pussy. As I realised my thoughts were drifting a little too much I decide to go get myself some juice from the fridge and chill out a while.Once I got back on the couch my thoughts went back to Angie being in the bath. Her big round breasts floating in the water. Her long auburn hair all tied up neatly, revealing her long slender neck. I am pretty sure Jim had said to us guys on a night out that he. She was sick. Sick of the life, sick of the culture, and the danger, and the fear. She was sick of the pain, and the numbness. She was sick of giving herself, of having everything taken from her. And she was sick of watching more and more girls come into the life, and never leave it. No one ever left the life, and it made her sick. And on top of it all, she couldnt get the damn images out of her head. They were haunting her, flooding her thoughts, replaying like a black and white silent movie,. The house was silent and dark without them. Our parents were notorious night owls and the quiet was almost oppressive.After tossing and turning for some time, I got up and knocked lightly on their door, I heard Sandy say softly, "Come in." I opened the door and walked in and sat between their beds.Sandy was the only one awake, so we talked about this and that for some time. Eventually the conversation turned to our love lives, or lack of same.I confessed that my last girlfriend had said I was a.