. more work for the wicked - or at least for the wicked parts.I had not fired yet, so after Cynthia got her breath back the girls switched again, this... time they faced away from each other. Cynthia was still having aftershocks as she impaled herself on my cock. Li mounted my lips, asked for more tongue-fucking, which I obliged. As I my tongue touched her deep inside her body, the place where my cock had been, she got this look of etherial pleasure, a smile that came from the inside. After a. Dad went to the coffeemaker, grabbed two mugs, and filled them both. Mom was sitting across from me and Dad placed one of the mugs in front of her and the other down at the place between Mom and me.Dad took a sip of his coffee, put his mug down, and turned to me, “We called this meeting to discuss something that we’re considering that would affect you. Well, it would affect all of us, but you don’t know what it is, yet. It’s critical that you provide input, as we won’t effect this, uh ... call. I had absolutely nothing to loose so I said, “Nice tramp stamp.”She smiled at me and said, “It had better be. I let the guy fuck me three times as payment. Did you get to see the one on my pussy?”Damn she knew that I had seen it so I said, “No. I didn’t get that good of a look. I was distracted by your bald pussy.”She then walked right up to me and lifted the front of her miniskirt up to her waist and allowed me to look directly at her shaved pussy. Tattooed on her love mound were the words. I had met an American airman named Frank Abrams who had been shot down over France in September of 1942. He had been rescued and hidden by the Resistance. We fell in love and were married by a priest. He had tried to get back to the Allies but was captured and executed as a spy. And the priest was killed in an air raid which destroyed the church and all its records. As proof, I had Frank?s dog tags and all the information of his history and background. I knew all the intimate details.