I decided I needed to do something About it so one day I left work early knowing I’d likely find Emma & Steve fucking in our bed. It was about 3.30p... and my guess was correct. Upon entering the front door I could hear the bed springs, moans & groans. I snuck up the stairs and stared into our bedroom. Emma was cowgirl and absolutely going to town on Steve’s cock. I paused for a second composed myself and then charged in. I remained calm and asked what was going on. They were both completely. It wasn’t like I avoided physical contact or sexual activity with some of them it was … well honestly it was just not going to work. Looking back I think that Debra had a lot to do with those failed relationships. As crazy as it sounds, I think on some level the drive to give her back her freedom, or her persona, take back that freedom had a lot of influence. Shortly after I graduated and found a job, I met Tina. She was great and this time the desire for Debra to get her freedom was being. After what seemed like an age and inch by inch the head of Max's cock was revealed. His foreskin was two thirds back and his bell end looked like a large mushroom. To Liam's eyes his brother's grown up cock looked huge as it dangled in front of him and not only that but he also had two reddened ball sacks hanging down which contained two orbs the size of a couple of golf balls. It scared him and excited him at the same time as he realised that he too would be as equipped in the not too distant. Just that it was covered with hair.” Leigh prodded him to continue, “Was it dry, Kenny? Did it look like it was dried out to you? You certainly seemed to be staring at it.” The boy wasn’t quite certain if her query was rhetorical, but she never broke eye contact with him, and after a brief pause he decided that she expected an answer. “Mrs J., continuing bashfully, "...it looked very wet. I saw what looked like droplets in your pubic hair and... and your vagina was so red." He desperately.