“Well that was then and this is now” mused Caroline, who although aware her Auntie Vicky had dispensed with her husband since those days, was huge...ly puzzled as to just how and why it was her Aunt could have sunk so low as to find herself on the end of a double fucking by the monstrous sons of Peter Harris, who aside from being a porn merchant and brothel keeper was just about as perverted as it gets.Although to Caroline, the obvious connection between Vicky and Peter Harris would be her Mother. Kostas' shoulder. Mom sat down next to her and said, "Nancy, I just spoke to Frank. He agrees that you and Adele should stay in our small mother-in-law cottage right over there for as long as it takes you to figure out your next move. You just tell me what you need for tonight so that we can get you settled."Mrs. Kostas glanced at me, and then at Adele, and then back at Mom. She took a big gulp of the wine and wiped what remained of moisture of tears from her cheeks. "Thank you, Cheryl. You. Who knows, if I played my cards right, I could sweep in and pick her up, by being her white knight, but hearing Ryan's complaints about her prudishness, I knew it wasn't enough to simply make her my wife, in fact, it was no longer my goal. I knew I wanted to make her mine, my slave and my whore, so that she would carry out all my wildest dreams and fantasies, her own reservations be damned.Having all the pieces in place I waited until Ryan was particularly depressed, having just received a. She got on her knees and took the head of my cock into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it, whilst simultaneously cleaning up any pre cum that had accumulated around the head of my penis. It was official, any will power I previously had of resisting her was gone. I had never felt anything like it, I imagined, but It surpassed even my imagination. The warm, wet, soft, loving, overwhelming feeling I got was something I will never forget. I only held out for 2 minutes before I had to release.