All he could do was to kneel there and take it being tied the way he was. The more he tried to move forward away from the invading cock, it just pulle... his arms back making his ass even more accessible. Grabbing him by the hips she started pushing and pulling the cock in and out of his ass. Going deeper and deeper with each stroke. When he felt her skin against his ass he knew she was buried all the way in. Jack had never felt sensations like this before. His ass felt like it was on fire, his. I wriggled my fingers a bit to stretch them out after holding the pencil for so long. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Something was strange. I breathed in again and this time I could identify the smell of freshly baked bread filling the kitchen. Mum had been using the bread maker again and I didn’t even notice. The bread smelt like it was ready so I opened my eyes, prepared to get up and take the bread out of the machine.I had to blink a couple of times to absorb what I was. More hysterical giggles followed. "I'll buy you earrings to match." More giggling, like teenagers. What's going on here? "Gabika, how old were you when daddy stopped fingering your asshole?" Gabika finally answered. "I was 8 when mom and dad stopped to procedure. When Marika was 8, three years before, they stopped doing her. I continued. We liked it but it was not sexual. Never." Did you not touch the pussy of each other?" Yoy! YOY! YOY!" Followed a hysterical laugh from both elderly ladies.. I hurriedly pulled my hoodie back on and zipped it up before jumping back in to my car. I drove the short distance to Marks house, parked up and nervously walked down his drive where I found the door open. I was greeted my a lovely looking man, silver hair, tall and strong. We made small talk and he made me a coffee which we took in to the room. We sat next to each other on the sofa and chatted. I took the lead and placed my hand on his thigh, he placed his hand on mine and we rubbed each.