"You're sex mad," she said as my hands slipped inside the jacket and under her tee shirt."I'll stop if you want." Not bloody likely."Her nipples were ...hard little buds, barely covered by her skimpy bra, easing the bra down over them, I eased both nipples out and squeezed them between thumb and forefinger."Mmm yes, that's nice Dave, nice but dangerous." Why dangerous?"She pulled off the road and down an almost overgrown lane."Because I'm going to molest you" Sounds like fun," I said as she pulled. "They both had to leave suddenly," answered their daughter Sharon as she looked up from position on her hands and knees and watched her daughter work her grandfather's cock just the way she had taught her. "But they'll be back a little later," she added as she wriggled her bottom back against the cock her sister Helen's husband was still pounding into her pussy."Well they'd better," said Roger as he ran the fingers of his right hand through Leanne's hair at the same time as he fingered the tiny. The next thought that passed through me was perhaps there is hope here after all since she can still do it. But, still… Just what the HELL have we gotten ourselves into? How did Laurel get hooked up with this sadistic bastard ‘Mike’? I let out a sigh and reminded myself that the whole Colson family asked us to help with their sister. Seeing the damage done to her now I wasn’t even sure where to start. The memory of Hank and our last conversation at his bedside came back to me. We exchanged. Chocolate covered strawberries and other sensual fruit. My loins were stirring with a fiery warmth by the time the masseuse returned. I heard my husband let them in and guide them outside to the patio next to the hot tub. I thought I heard a male voice that was not my husbands. ";They are ready for us honey. Put on your summer robe baby, OK? They want us naked when they do us this time."; I stepped into the sunshine of the porch and walked slowly to the masseuses bed. Just as I lowered my robe.