Instantaneously Robert is doing everything the man asks of him. He tastes his father’s cock. He slurps the man’s balls. And he even takes it up hi... ass.The boy grunts and half screams as his father’s prick pushes in and opens him up. Not but a foot away on the bed, right in front of him, is his dead mother. But regardless of what has happened today, the boy’s legs don’t waver. They stay open for his father. He cannot bring himself to look at the man, so he keeps his head to the side, sobbing. Gently and slowly they found the rhythm of each others body. In and out, gliding smoothly with the crystal clear fluids of their bodies making his entry easy, his shaft plunged deep inside her again and again. She pulled at the handles and used her legs on his shoulders to help arch her back with each thrust. He pulled at those same handle for leverage as he started to increase the power and speed of his insertion. The crowd sensed it too, and began the hushed chant. So for now, I'll give you both the benefit of the doubt." For your information, Miss Preston, Pete Maguire thinks the sun rises and sets over you! He wouldn't fuck me if I was the last woman alive!" He did, once," Keira countered."He thought that's what you wanted. We both did. I don't know if Manny went crazy, got jealous, or what that night. But I sure as hell wasn't trying to steal your boyfriend! Not then, and not now!" So what's going on then, Cynthia?" I attempted to redirect the. "The room was dead silent as Joe moved out of the way in a daze. There wasnowhere he could go, there was nothing he could do. He was gonna watch hisfriend and co-worker take a shit while he watched from less than three feetaway. He sat on the floor, facing Pete, and closed his eyes."It's okay, man--you don't need to close your eyes."Why was this happening? That was all Joe wanted to know. He opened his eyes,just in time to see Pete pull down his briefs and sit on the bowl."Fuck it, I don't need.