Two figures, one Matthew’s size, were intertwined on the bed. A man lay on a pallet awkwardly placed near a wall. I stepped around him and grasped w...at did turn out to be Matthew’s shoulder. “It’s Ashley.”He groaned and stretched. “What time is it?”“Almost dawn. There’s a situation.”He said, “Hay, I shall turn on the light.”The woman said, “Yes, my lord.”I stepped aside so he could get up. He turned on the light. The man on the pallet winced and rolled over, arm covering his eyes. I shuffled. His finger parted Merie’s soft hair and felt her wetness.“Oh, that’s it,” Merie whispered. “A little lower. Fuck. There. Rub in a circle. Jesus Christ.”Meredith wrapped her arms around Brock so tightly he could barely breathe. His fingers were trapped between them and Merie’s hips kept moving in circles as her moans got louder.“Pinch my nipple,” Merie ordered. “A little harder.”Brock finally silenced her by placing his mouth over hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth. Merie’s moans turned. Somebody has to take the girl in." Henry, are you worried about my reaction? Honestly?" Yes, I guess I am," he sighed."Don't be, Darling! I would think less of you if you were to shirk responsibilities. You have taken care of my girls for me and I will do nothing less." You take a load off my soul, Josie." That's my job, isn't it?" He could almost hear the warm smile. "After all, I love you." I love you too," he said with conviction."When will you see the girl? What's her name, by the way?". I could see the sides of her boobs hanging down toward him. She then laid flat down on him, her boobs being squished against his chest. By the way her head was moving I could tell that she was now kissing him. His hands moved up to her waist, then down to cup the cheeks of her ass as he began slowly and gently thrusting up into her pussy.The second man then came back into view, climbing back onto the bed on his knees. He began rubbing a finger against my wife's asshole. She never lets me.