I lay across his knee, the twitching spasm of my climax slowly dying. Oh God, a climax already. Dad and Uncle Dave had not even started to get undress...d yet. They had only been in the flat for 15 minutes and I had already had two good spankings, one from each of them, and a finger fuck from Dad. I felt Dad push me upright and I stood in front of him, wrists handcuffed behind me and only a see-through nightdress to cover my modesty. Not that I had any left after being made to cum in front of the. At least there was cable TV and the internet. She was in no hurry for him to leave either, needing the companionship of a man after living with one for more than thirty years.She wondered as she said goodnight to Orval if he remembered the family reunion out at the farm he still lived on where they skinny-dipped at the beaver pond and he was the second man/boy to enter her pussy. They’d screwed a half-dozen furtive times before they had to separate and had eyed each other when their paths. I couldn't sleep that night because I kept thinking about what had happened. Maybe because I wasn’t having sex at home or maybe because of the “taboo” nature of it, not sure. I did like the idea that it was completely anonymous. No judgment as to looks, wealth, background, Etc. Simply being with another guy for each other’s pleasure and nothing more. What ever it was it was burned into my memory and was all I thought about. The next morning I woke up with a hard on and immediately thought about. I wanted to smell this woman's scent so bad. But I hesitated.In a few moments Debbie excused herself and got up to leave the table. I started to think if I should follow her but John started talking to me about something and I hesitated. John's words went in one ear and out the other. I could see his lips move but my mind was a million miles away. I looked at John with his thinning hair and skinny arms and thought, what a lucky bastard. If I had a wife like his I would be home every night at.