Go back. Right back. Even before your dad kicked you out.”Zack was silent for a long moment, watching while Jack made the three of them big mugs of ...ot tea. When he had his, he began. His story was halting and a bit disjointed at first, but he soon settled into a steady rhythm.“I never knew my da, my real da,” he told them. “He was killed on the motorway. My ma were still pregnant with me at the time. I was five when she remarried. I sort of remember the wedding. I reckon that was the last time. I approached her slowly, wary that I was imagining things, but she held her ground, mouth parted and pupils dilated like she was seeing me for the first time.She trembled slightly when my hands touched hers. I gently tugged the towel free of her grasp and let it fall, revealing her beautiful body. I breathed softly on her tits and watched her soft pink nipples erect themselves into crinkled points.They looked tasty, begging to be sucked and fondled, but I had a more primal need. I squatted. Panting and sweating like two prizefighters in the middle of a match. My gigantic elasticated fuck hole was still throbbing and I could feel his cum load dribbling out of my shit hole. He stood back and inspected my holes for a minute or two then said, ?yes whore I think your holes will work very well for us for this event?. ?Great I’m glad you approve,? I said back. Then he told me he had some specific events he wanted to play out over the two days and he would come by tomorrow with a list. "The phone went dead and Anne put a pot of coffee on.Stan was true to his word and was at Anne's door in a remarkably short time.Anne opened the door to find Stan there, looking damp and a little dishevelled. "Come in! Come in!" she urged him. Before closing the door she checked - it wasn't raining."You caught me just out of the shower," he told her in response to her quizzical look. "I didn't want to wait any longer than I absolutely had to, so I just threw clothes on and came straight.