” “You mean that, don’t you?” “Yes I do, why do you ask?” She paused watching his face to gauge his reaction then spoke. “I was think...ng maybe that you can have one last tryst, mother, me and you.” For a moment she thought he was going to pass out. “Herb, are you okay?” “Let me see if I heard you straight, before I answer that one. You want us to do one last rendezvous, a threesome with your mother. Correct?” “You heard me right; I want her to know that I hold no ill feeling for what she. "Watching a lying whore of a wife getting fucked! Don't go telling me you were being forced. I heard you asking for more!" I yelled at her."I'm sorry Jim. I had too much to drink. Tony, Ben, please let me up. This was a big mistake. I need to go talk with my husband." She must have sobered up a little.I have to tell you that when I used to watch my mother having sex, it was somewhat of a turn-on but watching my wife fucking other men made me want to puke. I didn't even have the start of a. He brought his hand up to cup and caress one breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, making it hard and erect before dipping his head to suck on her now engorged nipple.Sharon's hands held his head against her breast as she enjoyed the sensations his tongue and mouth were giving her very sensitive breasts, telling him how good it felt, but then she shivered with delight as he scraped his teeth gently along the nipple.Frank didn't believe in discrimination, so made sure her. He stood behind me and threw my braid over my shoulder, getting it out of the way. He swung the flail. It swished through the air. I could feel the air brushing my body, the ends almost caressing me, teasing me.I wiggled, wanting to feel the sting. I was so excited. All these sexy men and hot women watching me, lusting after me. I was the cutest girl here. Daddy had to be so proud of me.The first slap of the flail struck my shoulder, just the tip, grazing me. I groaned as Daddy swung it in an X.