Bitch...!? Ungh... unnnnggh... You like... it... in... the ... asshole... you... dirty... fucking... Slut !?"He grunted out the words in time to each ...ucking ass thrust as he hammered his prong down into me.Fucking... you!! Fucking your asshole...! Fucking your assshoooole!!" he gasped."Give it to her, boy!" His dad shouted from above my head. His hands came down and grabbed my legs, pulling them up and back against my chest, pulling my ass cheeks up off the table as Tony's cock speared in and. All of this work took several weeks to accomplish, and the plaster also took several weeks to cure to the point where the finish carpenters, the wallpapers, and the painters could begin work on the interior of the houses even with John Haslet’s help. He had spent considerable time here with the plasterers, and had picked up a couple of additional jobs from them while working for us. He returned home when everything was completed with quite a bit of money, and a promise to work on our other. Beth's legs obeyed and opened further and his hands found her wetness. She gasped as his fingers began rubbing her lace covered pussy. Making no attempt to hide his moves anymore, Paul slid his fingers under the thin lace and began massaging her lips and clit, his fingers thick and wet with my wife's juice.Beth's movements slowed and she reached behind to pull Paul in closer, pulling him by the neck. He started to kiss her as he slowly finger fucked her married hole. I looked on completely. I couldn’t see her panties but I must have been awfully close. Then mom sat down in the front seat and swung just one leg in. That spread her legs wide open and raised her dress up to her crotch so that I could see her panties before putting her other leg in the car. I put away the shopping cart and went to the driver’s side to get in. I had a big lump in my pants and was hoping that mom wouldn’t notice it.Mom said, “I’m sorry. I always do that for your father when he holds my door open for me..