Equally obviously, that wasn't something he wanted to do more than he had to. I resolved to minimise the use I made of it too. I had the idea I could ...e on to a good thing, and I didn't want to queer it.I slept ... well certainly better than under the bridge, but still heard him get up before dawn. I gave him a little time, then dressed and went and sat next to him. He was holding a mug of black coffee, which smelt fantastic, and watching the lightening sky. I suppose he must have seen me. "Thank you..." Tell me, Roger," Rick said, "from what part of France do you come?" I am not from France," Roger replied."Canada, then?" Roger shook his head. "Louisiana? Martinique?" I come from Binghamton," Roger said."Were you raised in a French-speaking family?"Roger smiled and shook his head. "You see -- I decided zere is not enough romance in zis culture. I believe zat culture and language are..." He patted his thigh. " ... joined at ze hip. I wanted more romance in my life so I asked,. So it appears dad started shareing mom on their honeymoon and kept going further when he could, last paragraph described dad watching mom sucking John's dock then getting behind her, flipping her skirt over her hips and fucking her, her first spit roast. Rest of weekend seemed dad and John took turns fucking mom in all three holes and giving her a lot of cum to swallow. Following that weekend, John and dad would bring other men to tuck mom, sounds like the more cock she got the more she wanted,. How he wishes he could see the majestic sight that rises above him.Shortly, another sound draws his attention. It’s movement within the room but she is still above him, still keeping the same rhythm and unstartled by the noise. Is she aware of the presence of another? Or is it him, in a situation where he has been withdrawn of all his power letting his imagination run away with him? She lowers herself down his body this time dr****g her long blonde hair over his chest until she reaches his.