Daddy and Jack could get away with murder -- and they acted like they did, all the time! Jack would pull one of us into his lap to kiss and fondle and...embarrass -- except, of course, Frieda REFUSED to be embarrassed -- then he would trade off and mess with the other one. While I was on Jack's lap, I was pretty much occupied, but when Frieda was, I was at loose ends -- which meant I spent time watching Daddy molest Momma. Both Daddy and Jack pretended that their primary occupation was watching. Martin guided Mrs. Jones to the couch where both of them sat comfortably.“So? What do you want to say to me?” Martin asked.“I want you to stop bullying my son Jimmy. This afternoon I saw him naked.” Mrs. Jones pleaded.“Well he deserved it. Besides, you have to admit that he is kinda weird. I mean he doesn’t even want to cover his dick.”“Please don’t use that word on me. Anyway, I am not here to nag at you. I just want you to stop bullying my kid. Else, I will have to report you the school. Turning around to look at her butt she smiled through her tears, well at least her butt and legs still looked respectable.Amy brushed back her blonde hair and looked at her roots. She saw a few strands of grey but not so many that a good coloring couldn't hide them from view. She stepped into the shower, adjusted the water and started washing. As the washcloth crossed her breasts her nipples hardened and he mind turned to her sex life or rather the lack of a sex life. David had always been a. .The young man had an entire temporary landscape that demanded exploration, a landscape that would soon be deforested and destroyed by impending erosion. She stroked his face and the small patches of stubble that signified early manhood. Unbuttoning the rest of his top, she traced the fine hairs downwards from his chest to his navel and kissed his smooth, flat belly.Whilst attending to his belly, one of her hands strayed, grew adventurous, and followed the path of increasingly dark hair.