"Stop asking me if I like your hair. I've told you three times that I like it," I said, checking my beard in the mirror. She came into the bathroom tw...ce while I was shaving, the first time in her panties and the second time she was wearing white pants, cut off midway between her knees and ankles, a tank top, white shoes with one inch heels and her makeup applied. Both times, as far as I could tell, were to grin at me in the mirror and pat my ass. When I went into the bedroom I found that she. He started to fuck her slowly. Fiona groaned."It's so big.”Mom sat on Fiona's face. She was a little surprised and it took the focus away from the huge dick inside her. She took the tip of her tongue on mom's hairy pussy. Mom leaned forward and her tits hung down and she kissed Dad on the mouth. He fucked her harder now. Mom moaned too. Fiona was good at licking pussy, I knew that from before."Take her from behind," said Mom.Fiona got on all fours with a little help from dad. Mom laid down. They’re great – she loves them,” enthused Marianne, toying with his sloppy cock.A pleasant satisfied smile rolled over Col’s face as he watched the downsized mum smooth his foreskin. Megan rolled and stretched and moved Marianne’s legs so she could get her face into her crotch. Col’s girlfriend lazily lapped at Marianne’s cunt, letting Col idly play with her own hairy pussy as he revelled in the sweet dreams of success and the way his plans were developing and extending his bank balance.In. We were on our way to Medieval Times to celebrate my birthday after about 3 months.I got over his death, but that terrible memory gets dug up on every birthday of mine on my 18th birthday in 1995 and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I completely skipped my birthday even though my mom and my sister had prepared one for me. I returned home later that evening to find my mom and sister chatting. I saw a look of concern in their eyes and assumed that they were either worried about why I was not.