Let’s call him Fred. Fred looked like an executive type. Black hair with a streak of grey over the ears. Good shape but certainly not muscular. Medi...um everything else except his dick. Let’s just say his dick was larger than normal. What was weird was Fred was not always with the same woman. And the women I did see him with were similar to him; corporate types, usually not tan, not fat but not really over the top either. Sort of your MILF types. I didn’t think Fred was gay or even bi until one. Dad had taken the time to pull on a pair of pants; he normally slept in his underwear. Charlie hadn't been crying at first, but seeing Susan doing so apparently set him off, and he began to wail, too.I couldn't tell which consciousness was in charge of my body. We were all working together without comment or dissent. I headed for my bedroom and pulled on a pair of kakis over my pajamas. I transferred the athame to a trouser pocket and then put on a sweater Mom had knitted. I went back out and. I am beginning to wonder if my cover has been blown. I am sitting in my company car having a cup of coffee. My car is a thing of beauty. It is a Cadillac CTS-V series, which means it has 500 horsepower a 6 speed manual transmission. Top speed is 185 mph, it is a fucking jet. It is jet black and double tented windows and is a great under cover car. Well, anyways I get a phone call from Paige, the Hot Blonde that I met a few weeks ago. She tells me that she has been thinking a lot about me since. She held it close to her face and pulled the skin back then put the exposed head in her mouth. She opened her legs further, obviously enjoying his touch. Charlene was concentrated on watching them and vigorously fucking herself with the dildo. I wanted to take my cock out and make myself come but I was still resting on my arms. It had been a good twenty to thirty minutes that I was there on the balcony and I was becoming stiff.Gail had started to seriously suck and pull on Andrews’s enormous.