You’re supposed to tell me everything.”“Am I?”“Yes”“Are you sure?” I lift my hips for better access to myself.“Yes” He’s strokin... his cock, I can tell by the clipped accent of his words. I take a deep breath and let it out with my admission.“But I’ve been bad, Sweetie. I’ve been so bad.” Another pause, I picture him in his apartment. Muscled, naked and hard, his cock in his heavy hand, the phone held up by a shoulder. He’s sitting in his big, leather chair. It’s from where he always calls her.. I was semi hard again and I began stroking it hard. I wanted to cum again and wasn't far off. “The slut ain't done yet.”, Dad said.He pushed my face down into the crotch of his son and jack hammered my ass while I stroke myself to a second climax. When I did cum, Dad put his thick hairy arm around my neck and pulled me back against him. He spoke very clear and precise in to my ear.“This is what happens when you fuck my boy. Keep that in mind if you plan to come back again.”, he said looking at. I go to the door and look out, it is Wes. I open it and he said that he hasnothing else to do so we might as well play. The game some if I stillwanted to. I said sure. We came in and I got the other controller andhanded to him. We start the game and I can tell he is so much better atthis than I am. I die a few times and he is telling me different ways toplay. And where to hide. I start to catch on to what he is saying and thenhe pauses the game. He said he needs to piss. I know mom and dad. Not to be outdone I gently caressed her back, and was just considering slipping in some tongue when I heard a soft cough from beside us. As I pulled away I saw that Sarah was flushed and her eyes glowed."Hmm, I've wanted to do that for weeks," Sarah purred."All right you two, not in the house," Rachael admonished with a blush of her own.I'd discovered that while Rachael and Sarah had razor sharp wits, they went gooey over public displays of affection. I mentally stored this away in case I.