"Just look at the way she behaves towards him," came her response. "That's a mother and father, if I ever saw any," she concluded.I'd already come to ...he same conclusion."I wonder how the husband feels about that?" I commented."He seems fine with it!" My wife answered.Again, I had to admit that I'd noticed the same thing.After a pause, my wife, still looking out across the street to where Anna was apparently saying a very obviously affectionate 'goodbye' to the black guy as he got into his car,. I pi used the door with full of my force and pulled my mom towards me and started kissing her lips. She was trying to shout at me but there was no chance because I was deeply forcing my lips into hers..she was completely nude and I pushed her on her bed where my dad used to have a sex with her but in the place of dad I was there with her to have her body completely.After pushing her on the bed I removed my track and went on top of her and again started to kiss her on lips. She was completely. It wasn't long before an orgasm hit her, pulling my head deeper into her crotch, moaning and grinding her increasingly wet pussy against my mouth, I lapped up every drop of her delicious cunt juice. She pushed me away and told me that I was a fucking useless cunt licker and deserved to be punished. She pulled an ottoman, (a type of bedroom chest), into the middle of the floor and told me to lay down on it. I was on my knees, my body draped over the ottoman, my hands cuffed and in front of me. I. If she so clearly cares for my best friend, she can’t be that bad.When we had tea poured, the Grand Cleric took a long sip and then leaned back, tucking one foot underneath her conversationally, and then smiled at all of us. “Ahh. I just don’t feel quite awake until I’ve had my morning tea.” We all mumbled something nonspecific and sipped from our own cups; I’d never seen any of us except Leli drink tea regularly, so it was amusing to see all of us scramble a bit.She rescued us by continuing as.