Please leave. Please.” Sherry was getting nervous.The man kissed Sherry on the forehead and rolled off her.“ I told you we had all day…”PART T...O: The WhoreThe Man pulled Sherry off the bed and dragged her to her closet.Dress like a whore for me,” he ordered.Sherry looked puzzled. “I don’t know…how.”The Man grabbed Sherry’s hair and twisted.“Stupid cunt. All you cunts know how to dress like a whores. A short dress, thigh highs, heels. No underwear.”He pushed her into the closet. “Now get. They had stripped off their clothing and she had knelt on her bed, allowing her son to fuck her doggy style. That had been so good, that she had sucked him back to life, then repositioned herself for a second go around, just like before. She promised him that whenever they were alone, if he wanted, they could screw.Now, she prepared for her husband to come downstairs. Dressed, she went back into the kitchen and worked on dinner. She turned the burner down to a slow simmer as she heard the steps. His face was twisted as if in agony, his entire body was tensed and he was gripping Lucy’s shoulders as her lips continued sliding up and down his rod. I watched till he thrust his hips forward and pulled Lucy’s head against his belly if he was trying to ram his cock as far down Lucy’s throat. He gave that strangled grunt every guy gives when his semen spurts, then nearly pushed Lucy over as his hips thrust and his body juddered in his orgasm.After a final dip under the shower to wash my semen. The wine went down well and by the end of the meal, I was feeling quite a bit more relaxed than I was at the beginning of the day. I took the plates out and returned with a couple of cups of coffee.We chatted some more about this and that and I was surprised about how well we seemed to be getting on now compared to before. I wanted to broach the subject of the remainder of her stuff, but it was an oily subject in that it kept slipping away from me.It was Trisha brought it all to a halt, saying.