Yes! My parents were fucking again. I was beginning to get an erection just thinking about my mom getting fucked by my dad.I hugged the wall as I crep... closer to their bedroom. Using the palm of my left hand, I eased the door open, looked inside, and witnessed a sight I would never have believed if you had told me to my face. On my parent's bed, I found Kevin on top of my mother. He had her legs over his shoulders and his ass was moving up and down as he fucked her sloppy, pink cunt.He bent. It is a simple place where I can think clearly Being able to look out over the port, reminds of my responsibilities." Atum sighed, dipped his head to the side and smoothed his greasy hair back from his face. His eyes clearly contemplating me as I wished that I understood the political undercurrents moving around my presence in Convey. Lord Atum moved his feet apart as he acknowledged us, his weathered hands on his hips.I raised an eyebrow and yet remained silent. "Your move first, Milord. You. Rico lost his balance and stumbled. “Whoa!” she hollered as she tumbled and the two of them collapsed on the floor, Rico folding up like an accordion to break her fall.Her eyes spinning momentarily, she recovered and found herself on the ground. Rico was flat on his back beneath her, his face covered by the skirt of her dress and her thighs spread across it. Her crotch pressed against his pointy nose and open mouth. “Mmph!” he mumbled, grasping blindly at her butt and legs. “Oh, no! No! No!. ’ ‘I’ll bet Momma is packed!’ ‘Call her when we get to Las Vegas. I’ll ask Dad if she’s packed.’ As we crossed Stateline and headed for Las Vegas our cell phone rang. Sammi hit speaker and said, ‘Peterson Trucking, may I help you?’ Momma laughed. ‘I have an idea. How about you stop in Denver and get a license and on your way back to Los Angeles you stop again in Denver and we come to the wedding?’ ‘How do you know where we’re going and that we’re coming back to L.A.?’ I asked. ‘Momma knows.