He picked up the can of grease and covered the huge rubber dildo in his hand with grease, then handed the Vaseline to Napoleon. He told him to grease...up his cock and slap my exposed ass with it. With his cigar in the side of his mouth, my Dad slipped two greasy fingers in my asshole, and then greased up my cock with the same hand.“I’m gonna crack his hole real good for you,” my Dad told Napoleon, “and then you’re gonna fuck my son’s clean hole just like he wants it fucked by your pecker!”I. I began to my hips, slowly withdrawing and then slamming back in. Each stroke elicited a new, impassioned vocalization. "Oh!" Fuck!" Yeah!" Take it!" Mmmmf"I gathered speed and she met me, stroke for stroke. Her muffled cries floating up through the mattress. "Yeah, yeah, yeah..." her throaty grunts goaded me onward. I grabbed her hand and led it between her thighs. I guided her fingers to toy with her clit and she obeyed with vigor. I grabbed her hips and drove her hard, trying to keep pace. I went off like I was going to ride the bus, giving everybody a chance to clear out of the house, after an hour I came back home. I was in my room looking at the computer, when I heard some people come in the house. It was my mom, she was giggling like a school girl. I heard a man's voice also. It all seemed plenty playful. I stayed very quite hoping they would leave. It did get quite but then I heard a noise coming from my parents bedroom. The same noise I would hear when dad was fucking. The box front falls and, with a further look of triumph you lift out the plastic bag and peer inside."Just what you need, Darling," you grin happily as you take out the blonde wig and shake it gently, before coming closer and pulling it onto my head. "Now we're both blonde but you're the one struck dumb! Perhaps we'll add some make-up when we are finished here, but at the moment this looks like Aladdin's cave!"As you reach for the box's drawer I try to avert your attention by announcing that I.