Now I was lucky if I got to pick one or two shows a week,and those were usually ones that she intended to watch anyway. Usually Ihad to sit at her fe...t while she put her legs over me and rested her feetin my lap. Or sometimes she used me as a human footstool. Feelingmiserable, I continued dusting, searching my mind for some way to reversethis unbearable situation. Maybe I could try a sensible argument.Perhaps that wouldn't trigger her temper. I tried to work out the detailsbefore I spoke. But it was obvious that her daughter couldn't get enough. She could see the perspiration shinning on the three of them as they fucked like a****ls. She wondered if she had looked like that a while ago when she was between them? Her daughter's face was twisted in lust, her eyes slits, her teeth bare as she fucked back at the father and son who were filling her cunt and asshole with their large, hard cocks.Tina couldn't get enough. She felt wicked and perverse. She watched her mother as Gary and. What if she got up - fuck - what would I do. And then my worse nightmare was realised, she did just that. I heard her push him off and get out of bed. Shit. Blind panic ran through my veins. I just bolted into the front bedroom. Hoping that I could hide there - that this situation would go away. She didn’t see me go in as she just went straight into the bathroom. I heard him shoot out after her that he was sorry, and she shouted back whatever. Obviously not happy. There was another. Iona hardly noticed, with her tongue hungrily discovering his sweetness. Russ laid her gently on the blanket. Her legs were still splayed open as he slid his hand down her body and between her legs. He dipped his finger into her wetness and smoothed what he found there across her firm nub. Iona moaned. When he knew that he had hit that spot, Russ began to manipulate her with expertise. He could feel her body’s reaction. When Iona began to move herself into his hand, Russ knew that he had her..