That is when we heard my dad moving in his chair. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, I pulled out of her. We looked at each other, she told me. �...�Hide, hide, he is coming.” I looked for a place to hide. The only place was under her bed. I dove on the ground with my boxes still at my ankles. Climbing under the bed was so much easier when I was a k**. It took all I had to fit under there as I am now. I heard mom jump into the bed just when my dad entered the bedroom. He asked. “Are you ok? I. "Good trip," she enquired?"Yes," I said hesitantly, looking at them both and wondering what they had been discussing."Come over here Mark," she said, "There's something I need to discuss with you."I was like a naughty boy, standing Infront of them both, but felt I had no option, as Julie was looking at me intently, almost warning me not to disobey any instructions."As Julie is my best friend, we have been discussing how we could improve our marriage and make it even more successful," said Sue.. I wince as his lube-slick dong grinds against mytortured assflesh. Fr. Joe is again chanting in Latin as he humps myred-striped buns harder. Groaning loudly, Fr. Joe's hairy old balls explode,and his huge load of priestly spooge sprays all over my sore, flaming rear. Ihear him grunting as his cock continues to whitewash my well-switchedcorporate ass. I feel my own balls about to explode.Fr. Joe massages his soothing cum into the flesh of my blistered buns, andthen he releases me from my. "We need some grease," I told them. "I forgot about that." Gilly found a bit of lard she had been hoarding in a stoneware pot, and we put that on the axle and were ready to travel. I walked and Gilly drove with Annie sitting beside her. I watched the wheel wobble on the uneven spline I had shaved and gradually wear them down until the thing rotated reasonably smoothly. By twilight we had made a few miles and were right proud of ourselves.Then, of course, it rained. We pulled off into the woods.