Or it was one of her family members, calling to bitch about this or that.Instead, she soon enough handed me the phone, covering the receiver holes wit... her palm. "It's your mom. Your dad's not doing so well."I took the phone into the study for privacy, though my wife tailed me. She proved good at keeping our suddenly curious kids scooted out of the room. The upshot was my father was in the hospital again, maybe for the final time. Mom had already called Amanda, my sister, who was driving down. We had shared the bed many times so it was no big deal even though we never told any of our friend we did that. I was sleeping. I woke up to Tom sucking my cock. I pretended to be sleeping and he continued sucking me. It felt so good I didn't want him to stop but I didn't want to scare him.It got to the point I was going to cum and I had to let him know so I told him not to stop. At first he did stop but I assured him it was alright. He kept sucking my cock and I came hard into his mouth. He. I watched in equal parts fascination, awe and fear - liberally sprinkled with more than just a dash of desire and excitement. I could see the ladies shake and convulse in extremis, unable to breathe as orgasm after orgasm wracked their bodies. I had only one option. One shot. Held against my chair as I was, with no gun or knife at hand, I had to use the only weapon I had. If I were Bernhardt I could possibly have used it as a club, however...I managed to get one arm out from the tentacles. They sensually soaped and scrubbed every inch of each other’s body. Thesoap made their bodies slippery and arousing. It didn’t take long forboth of them to become stimulated again. When they were both coveredwith soap suds, they hugged each other tightly. As the warm waterstreamed over their bodies, the soap was rinsed off.Bill pushed Joan’s back against the shower wall, leaned against herbody, bent down to her upturned face, and firmly kissed her. Then,reaching down, he grabbed a cheek of her.