She constantly insulted me in front of him, and told me to stay in my room while she and him watched TV. They never did see much of the program that w...s on, they were far too busy making out. They could have done that in the privacy of her bedroom; they preferred to use the family room so that I couldn’t use the TV. Becci threatened me that if I ever whispered a word about what they did while our parents were out, I’d regret doing so for the rest of my miserable life. I knew from experience. Yes, it's true.You can imagine how slow it was to bring her thinking around to trying to enjoy sex, to make love just because it felt good and made you feel closer as a couple. She was also brought up with strict attitudes about dancing and drinking and card-playing, even Solitaire, but these she seemed to modify mostly on her own. It was sex that was so slow to evolve in her mind.The first years of our marriage were filled with guilt for her. She never wanted to admit that she had desires,. Fat thick veiny black cock. I was amazed when he told me his sexy stats! Especially when I was only 5'2, 155lbs, with a fat apple ass, thighs, and hips, this big black stud seemed to tower over me. He had told me how my thick, "stacked," phat ass seemed to turn him on! And it turned me on like no man or women ever had. With each picture I had sent him within the week, he countered it with on of his aroused cock! And he even claimed the pics of his fat black cock were because of my dirty pics!. I whimpered, my desire to come overriding my worry instantly. She straddled my face and lowered her cunt onto my lips. I began licking, as I assumed she expected, when I heard the door open. Calmly, Karen explained, Be a good slut, whore, and I will allow you to come. But there is no reason to hide your new role from your daughter. She has a similar role. Like daughter, like Mother, I suppose. Defeated, and restrained, I accepted my role, the toy buzzing in me, as I heard Karen call out, Get.