After what she had heard her parents say that fateful night, she wasn't sure about anything she had learned from them; she wasn't sure about her paren...s who, by the way, acted as if nothing was wrong in their lives as always, as if they were the happiest of couples, but she knew they were acting. Her father was acting, when after a few drinks at a party with friends, his hand went down her mother's back until it reached her buttocks and gave them a pinch that made their friends and their wives. Running up the driveway, he snatched the ball out of my hand and we started up a one-on-one. Potsie was even worse than me, usually, but he was right -- this weekend, I couldn't score at all.I'd been going out with Betty for a couple of months by then, and as Potsie knew she hadn't let me do anything more than feel her tits through her sweater at the movies. She had good breasts, more than a handful, but even the best tits don't feel too great when they're strapped into the stiff, cone-shaped. .. and her stillness was unusual. But that was not all that was unusual about this superb specimen of womanhood. We must take a closer look. Let us go first to that face; the eyes in particular. They are blue-green. That, however, is not what strikes one. It is their blankness; as if, almost, they are turned in on themselves. There is a resigned hopelessness there. A look of defeat. It is a strange contrast to the look of inherent pride conveyed by her facial bone structure and the rest of her. Once again we all lay there gaining our breathes as Cindy lay behind me using my softening cock to work my cum up and down Mike's arse and whispering into my ear how much she loved watching her husband have his arse fucked and filled, Mike now turning to face me, also saying how much he enjoyed all of it before kissing me deeply again.Cindy sat up, moved over me and lay between us, telling us that it was her turn to be kissed as she turned towards Mike, both enjoying a hot passionate kiss,.