Is it absolutely necessary?” my father asked. He wasn’t challenging Fabienne or demanding her release. My father never stood up to my mother, but ...e absolutely cringed at the very thought of ruffling his mother’s plans. He was easily intimidated, and he cringed when Fabienne glared at him.“Tell him, Connasse,” Fabienne demanded imperiously, “Tell Robert why you want to be re-educated at home.”“It is true, Maitre Robert,” my mother stopped slurping the front of my shirt and looked up from the. Phillips told me he had watched me through the window a few times “dressing up” and I looked pretty cute as I was modeling for myself in the mirror. I stood there on the stairway as the blood drained from my face. My stomach felt a bit queasy, and my legs felt like rubber. Then he told me to go upstairs and dress up for him. He wanted me completely shaved and perfumed before a came back down. I never turned around to face him, I just slowly marched up to my bedroom. It was such a weird feeling. Sex with my wife was ok but a little boring after all these years, and I couldn’t help but dream of my sister, as I fucked my wife. She often asked me what I was thinking about as we fucked, because she could sense that my mind was somewhere else. She pestered me to the point where I just blurted out that I was imagining fucking someone else. Although shocked and hurt, she asked me who it was that I was imagining. By this time I was in a no win situation so I just shut down and refused to talk.. She looked at me with desire and lust in her slight smile. Her tongue was making her lips wet causing a smacking noise. My cock got harder at the prospect of being engulfed by that mouth. Dylan was on her knees admiring the ebony ass just waiting to be consumed and devoured. Her hands caressed Elin’s ass spreading her cheeks to get a better look of the little pink button. Her pussy was opened as well, exposing her wetness with juice oozing out. Elin was ready for Dylan to poke with her tongue.