Ignoring the front door he made his way round towards the back of the house and seeing the kitchen window he cautiously peeked inside and nearly fell ...ver at what he saw. There on her hands and knees was the vicar’s wife, Marge, with her head under one dog sucking his angry red cock whilst the other dog was on her back fucking her like there was no tomorrow. The sash window was up slightly and Craig could hear the sounds to accompany the vision before his eyes. “Fucking hell yes,” moaned Marge. I reached into the cot and caressed his forehead and cheek. ‘That’s a good boy.’ I said. ‘That’s mommy’s good obedient baby boy, isn’t it?’ He briefly opened his eyes, but I guess he was too drained to answer me. He just ignored me and kept on drinking. It was quite a big bottle, it contained almost half a liter of milk. He started to suckle slower and slower, but he never stopped or tried to spit out the nipple. He just kept on drinking until it was all gone. ‘Good boy.’ I said. ‘What’s your name?’ I asked, ‘Maybe my wife mentioned you.’ ‘Oh, I don’t think so,’ she said quickly. ‘Your name?’ I prompted, undeterred. ‘Morghan.’ The reply was hesitant, reluctant. I desperately wanted a phone number, an address, hell, even a last name would do, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any of it unless she warmed up to me some. ‘Listen, I was wondering if you were interested in having lunch with me. I would really like to get to know you better.’ She looked at me as if I came. Her b*****rs Tommy 29, a r****t whom had been in juvenile most of his c***dhood. Rock the younger b*****r is 18, admire his father and b*****r as a role model. Ivy doesn’t know much about right from wrong. She thinks everything is good for her, even though, her father and b*****rs is fucking her. She think is a game they play, but, she enjoyed it! One day after dinner, her father want her to wash the dishes with no clothes on, except her slippers on her feet. Ivy was in the kitchen washing.