She would stroke my cock until I came in her hand. We lived with her parents at the time and her mother was and still is as prudish as they come. She ...thinks society should still be the way it was up until the early 1960’s in terms of sexuality and that sex is only for procreation,, etc. She tried to raise her daughter that way and is pissed off to this day that she does not have any grandc***dren but I still has sex with me even after over 25 years. Her dad was much more liberal minded about. By this time Steve had cleaned himself up, freshened up his face, and had headed to the bar for a much needed drink. As he took his sambuca and coke from the lingerie barmaid, he scanned the room and found his wife, before taking a seat on a stool at the end of the bar to watch the show she was putting on. From his position, he could see her eyes were closed and there was a black man fucking her from behind as she lay back on the couch. In front of her, another man was on his knees, tossing. I took off my blouse and bra and knelt in front of Donny. Don Jr. stopped playing with his sister and smiled down at me. Carol let go of Don Jr’s cock and I took my youngest boy’s cock in my mouth for the second time. I wanted him to cum. I wanted it in my mouth, and then I wanted my pussy licked. I stopped sucking Don Jr. for a second. “You’re going to do me just like you do Carol, aren’t you, my dear? Can you do that for your mother?”Don Jr. lost all interest in a blow job. He stood up with. "This waiting on tables is tough work!" I thought to myself as I finally slid in beside them with my own cup of coffee. I wasn't that hungry because of my earlier breakfast, so I thought I'd just talk to them while they ate.Karla was surprised. "These are really good, Michael. Where did you learn to cook pancakes like this?" she asked. Without thinking I replied, "From my grandmother," I said with pride."Well, Catherine, you did a great job teaching him," she told Catherine.Two little problems..