It's still early times yet but I'm going to try my best to look people in the eye and demand a little respect.I still think what you and Mom did was a...poorly conceived scheme but it might have worked if I hadn't overheard her talking to you on the phone. I'm sure that a part of the pain I felt was due to the demolition of some irrational fantasies about you that I was starting to construct in my own hormone-flooded brain. But what's done is done.I'm not sure I buy the comment about you having a. I walked over to her and removed her gag. She immediately began screaming for help. "The room is soundproof so you may as well be quiet. Of course once you get that monster up your pussy you may moan with pleasure," I laughed and she just glared at me.I started pulling her over to her son. "Please don't do this please," she sobbed."This is for you own good so stop complaining."I pulled Marilyn over until she was hovering over her son. I moved her close so his head was pressed into her cleavage.. But not for long: I guess he passed the point of no return, because he buried his face in my quivering vagina and sucked me to oblivion. I chanced to open my eyes ever so slightly, knowing he couldn't see my face, considering where his own face was at the moment.I quickly noticed two things one, My bedroom door had been left open, and two, I could make out the shadow of a body standing just outside in the hall. Even with my eyes closed, I knew the door had slowly opened wider, letting in more. Всё шло по моему плану мы танцевали, выпивали и отдыхали, но я упустил нужный момент, и Ира вывила пару лишних коктейлей. Она была пьяной, и мне пришлось везти её домой часов в одиннадцать вечера. Я сам открыл дверь, потому как Ира хоть и держалась на ногах, но попасть в дверную скважину ключом не могла. Когда мы заходили, Даша сидела на кухне и проводила нас взглядом, тихо поздоровавшись. Ира первой вошла в комнату, а меня окликнула её сестра.- Что напилась опять? – спросила она понимающим.