I recall trying to hear what they were talking about, but I couldn’t hear everything they were saying. I heard something about a mortgage and credi...t cards, and I already knew my parents were deep in debt and having problems paying the bank each month. Then there was something about Uncle Bill ‘helping out’ with the finances (I can still remember the actual phrase he used) in return for the family ‘helping out’ with some videos and photos for his business. It was then I began to realise that. And now he was going to... going to fuck her!"That's it baby, move that ass," Hank whispered in one ear, wiggling his tongue in and out of the waxy canal. At the same time he reached between her legs and put his free hand on her cunt mound.Betty imagined sparks flew from her clit and showered into her cunt! Arching her back she rested her body on her shoulder blades and her feet. She felt those fingers greedily working her cunt-lips against one another, milking them until the frothy fuck juice. "Do you want something to drink? There's lemonade in the fridge."She went into the kitchen herself, and I followed. Mrs. Masterson had been working at the kitchen table, cutting out coupons and sorting them, when I rang. She sat down there again while I helped myself to lemonade.I sat across from her with my glass, sipping thoughtfully. I had decided on a rather slow, subtle approach here, making everything seem to follow reasonably from what went before.Mrs. Masterson seemed in a chatty mood,. I was so close that I had to stop her a few times as she massaged the gel into my erect shaft and tender balls. It took a few minutes until it began to work and I felt the urge to cum subside. She dropped to her knees and I stood there caressing her silky smooth hair while she stroked, licked and sucked my rock hard and slightly numb dick. Malik was sitting in the corner of the room where he could see his wife’s lips stretched around my dick. He held his erect but much smaller and thinner dick.