With that the phone was slammed down... I thought fuck him who does he think he is, he can go fuck himself I m not going anywhere near him the prick,...but as the day went on I began to think about it I could not get him out of my head ,and being straight with myself I wanted to see him again,as my end of working day approached I thought why not,called my wife said I had to go do a quote and would be late home.I got to the station early,visited the loo but it was empty, walked upstairs, there he. Dad got closer and I saw her tongue sliding into Amanda’s slit. The camera showed Mom working on Amanda’s pussy feverishly. Then the camera moved up to Amanda’s face. She looked very happy and then she tensed, and had an orgasm.Amanda whispered, “Thanks Mom, I needed that.”Dad whispered, “Thanks for letting me film it honey.Amanda said, “Anytime Dad.”Mom said, “Goodnight sweetheart we will be leaving early in the morning.”Amanda said, “I hope you find enough cocks to fuck you.”Mom laughed and. . yeh... lick it .... oh fuck...yes... YES ... " . I hear my wife whisper to her put these in your mouth and shut up . I peek over the top of the booth wall the woman has her dress pulled up and a bright red crop of hair is between her legs with arms under the girls t-shirt massaging her breasts. The moaning is quieter now but continues encouraging my wife with her whimpers. I put her burger back in the paper bag and put it to one side i guess she will eat it later. After a few more minutes the. For my part I wired Mom money on a monthly basis and made sure she got anything else she asked for. Mom never told me to come home, she knew that would never happen – or so I thought. Looking closely at the envelope it was the handwriting that held my attention – this was different. Inside was a clipping from my hometown’s local newspaper of Moms obituary. Mom had a short fight with heart disease before finally succumbing to a fatal heart attack, there was also a change of bank details. I’m.