"It's somehow okay that everybody looks at you funny because you deserve it? 'Oh, it's no problem that I'm actually in therapy, because I'm so fucked ...up, I ought to be!' "Trina froze in place, her face speculative, as if I had suddenly said something interesting. "Ah, yes. Therapy. The vaunted family therapy. Tell me, Arie. Is it truly worth the effort?" What?" I said. The floor was dropping out from under me. "What do you mean?" We go in every week... Over dinner we hear Mother complaining. I removed my dick and asked her that I want to fuck her ass holeShe told it would be a lot pain, but I forced her which made her accept and she opened her legs in doggy style and I licked her hole to make it a bit wet and easy for me to go in.I kept on of my leg beside her and one on floor, adjusted my dick in her ass hole and started pushing it in.Even after my licking it was very tight and I started applying more saliva and asked her to try open her hole a bit which she did and finally I was. Mark turned himself so that he could get a better position between her legs. He had her lay diagonally on the bed. He took a pillow and placed it beneath her hips. He reached down to the side of the bed and grabbed one of the toys he knew she had. He’d managed to grab a vibrator that was close to 5 ½ inches and about ½ inches across. It had a clit attachment to it. He knew it was one of her favorites. He started without turning it on. He lay so that Tracy could fondle his flaccid cock if she. .." Dulcie fixed Delia with a penetrating stare. It made her uncomfortable. "Give me a minute, Delia..." and left the room.Delia sat, holding her coffee, lifting it to her lips without actually tasting it, wondering what was going on. Dulcie returned after a few minutes."Right, Delia. I've got Bert's permission to tell you about him. He's a retired soldier. Was a Company Sergeant Major. His wife died ... ten years ago, I think ... and since then his life has been the church. In fact, both of.