I knew that my life would not be complete until I could ... once again ... hold her in my arms.I continued my daily runs. I was very fortunate in that...there was a wonderful trail system near my house. I could travel over creeks, through woods, and past several large lakes.I would arise early in the morning in order to complete the exercise before work. I would often pass a lovely lady as she ran the opposite way. We would nod at each other as we passed.Eventually our nods turned to greetings,. " You like to fuck pussy?" Fuck yes I do." And arse too?" Good and tight – yes."Then things went even further – Mum grabbed my cock and wanked it a fewtimes."Yes – that's a real cock. That's the sort of cock I need." Thensuddenly added. "Suck it."Dad crawled over to me, and as though he was controlled by some strangepower started to suck my cock. Mum watched, rubbing herself between herlegs."Ok bitch boy, that's enough. Get my pussy wet for me." Dad crawled overand stuck his face between her. He quickly slidesinto the bra as if he has practiced. In no time, there are balls of Mom'ssocks in the bra cups. He hefts them and rub his belly and bra cups."Do you like this, Stewart?" I ask quietly. "Why?"I want to know. I don't know why I like it. I don't know why I hate ittoo. This is wrong."Stop!" I yell. "We can't do this," I say. "These are Mom's things. Wecan't... You can't wear them!"Stewart's face falls. He's only part-way to satisfaction. I can see himtenting the girlie panties. The. She had her boots with her, her pumps were in her desk. She brushed her hair, got her sweater and coat—she'd been planning on going out until she and Mark had met up—and pronounced herself ready."It takes a while to unwrap you," Mark said as they slipped out, "but it's well worth the effort."Crystal was feeling more with it. She still had that happy buzz from her climaxes, but that wouldn't fade for a while.The 8th Floor had offices on it, but no one came out into the hall to see them. They.