My wife was in a great mood. She actually cancelled her fuck date for early afternoon but not the evening dinner plus bed one. We talked a lot about o...r new friend. Clare seemed like she could be the little sister that my wife had never had. Mike and I saw her a lot differently, of course, and looked forward to satisfying her adventurous spirit.I had the place to myself so I watched a movie no one else cared for. My wife returned home at eleven and I was in bed waiting. We didn’t expect her. If Heather doesn't get a new bed, will she be forced to share mine again tonight? With mixed feelings, I leave them with the order. I go to class, not absorbing half of their teachings. My mind refuses to concentrate on anything but Heather and thoughts of what's next. Will tonight be a repeat performance? Will Mark be there and will he be watching? How do I feel about him watching and would I let him participate? Almost giddy with these thoughts swirling in my head, I return to my dorm in. We were both insatiable, both not wanting to quit until we'd brought one another to orgasmic bliss. "There's my two lovely ladies." There in the doorway my father stood nude, watching us. He approached the foot of the bed, admiring the scene before him. It excited me more to know he was watching us. watching us as he stood there naked. Watching me eat my mother as she did the same to me. When he reached the end of the bed I felt one of mom's hand leave my thighs. I knew she was stroking him.. Get me some help, and I'll give you some help. There are a lot of people who can be helped if we can work together." Rhonda pulled the pistol from its hiding place. "I'll make a deal with you MR. Jones. You tell me where those women and kids are, and I won't blow your crouch off and let you bleed out." Go ahead and shoot. I'm dead if I don't get help anyway, and a gun shot is a lot better than what they would do to me. These people are killing their own help. Besides, Muffin doesn't deserve to.