The next few days played out much the same. She’d wake up and go into the kitchen and he’d feed her till she was nearly dead…and then he’d je...k off on her…and she’d go back to bed. She was too miserable to even take a bath during that time and despite wiping off his jizz, she knew she had a film of it all over her torso. Each night though, she’d snuggle up to Mark’s back and rub it all over him while he slept. He’d grumbled at her for staying in bed so much until she lied and told him she. Jed then moves down to her cunt lips and slips himself in to take his turn. A little pool of the jizz still on her bellybutton, she wipes it into her fingers, her hand then falling to her side, her eyes closed and expression coital as both her and definitely Miss K's cries are surely being heard from outside. Miss K especially is loud with content as my monster fills her. Her eyes showing only the whites, her face is grimy with primal ecstasy. Bringing her hand to to her mouth and tracing it. After some days when one night when we were sleeping together that mom and me I gathered courage and tried something more today mom was wearing night and I slowly went close to her with my hard on rock solid penis and started to rub it in the crack of her ass cheeks but she didn’t respond after some time she said very innocently that what is it which is pocking me and she slowly slid her hand to check what is it and accidentally grabbed it and then she got angry that what the shit I was doing. The elderly man looked up while filling a pint for one of his customers. Once sat down on a barstool, she went on: “Bring me a Whiskey coke. Nah... leave the coke, and fill the glass with just your cheapest whiskey. That's just for the comfortable buzz. And get me an additional beer, so I'll have something to drink while I tell every one of you my story!” She had hardly finished her sentence as everyone rallied around her to listen closely to her words. She took a deep breath through her nose.