Until we moved from a 3 bedroom house to a poky 1 bedroom flat. That?s when all the rows started. Little things at first. Stupid things that shouldn?t...have made a difference, but did. Like why wasn?t his dinner ready when he got in from work? It didn?t matter how many times I pointed out that he was home from work earlier than I was, I should have always had his dinner ready. I quit my job in the end. He wasn?t happy with me working anyway, with other men where he couldn?t keep an eye on me.. I wanted it to hurt, I think, like the first time when Steve had taken my virgin asshole just a few weeks before. I wanted to remember that and everything that had happened in between. I wanted to wake up Lisa so she could open her eyes and see him fucking me, driving his cock into his sister's willing body."Owwww ... Ooohh ... Fuck!" I groaned, grimacing as my tender muscles were forced apart by Steve's large cock. "Do it ... Push it in ... It's good..." I was telling him, trying to relax,. "I'll get it honey, you stay here and enjoy the sun." I busied myself with the work on the kitchen window to avoid being detected by the mother. She rushed in and picked up the phone as it rang again. She had a short conversation with what I presumed was her husband. She seemed upset that he'd be late coming home but ended the conversation with an "I love you,' and hung up. I tried to be very busy hoping she would depart as I wanted to look at Britt sunning herself. I was putting tools. .. her breathing becoming more rapid.The air was electrified by the interplay of the two women, leaving us men mesmerized as we silently played with our wettening cocks. If Dad was like me, he was dying to see what would happen next.“You know, when Papa Bob gets me excited, my little box gets soooo wet,” she whispered, looking straight at Dad. “Let Mama check to see how excited you are,” she continued, and she firmly cupped Erika’s bonne-bouche in her hand, with her middle finger covering her.