She almost looked like she was sleeping. I moved her legs off my shoulders, crawled up between them, and crossed my hands over her chest, resting my h...ad on top, staring up at her face. She eventually looked up at me and said, “Well, that was certainly also something to remember!” We both laughed, though I apologized multiple times over while laughing. I was also enjoying bouncing on top of Jess’s body which was shaking with her laughter!Eventually, we calmed down. I rolled over, laying between. She felt someone move all four fingers together, then felt them being pushed into something hot and moist, felt someone move on her fingers. “ Oh my God!” she exclaimed as she realized that her fingers were being pushed up inside of a bald wet cunt. Someone moaned as they hunched and fucked her fingers. She could not move her hand, for someone held her wrist firmly, forcing her fingers to fuck the pussy before her as her own pussy was being methodically stuffed by the huge cock. The pussy moved. Now I was furious and frustrated but also I had a hard-on too.But I couldn’t masturbate because the woman who was getting fucked was my mother. And now I know that my dad knows about this too. How could he allow such things to happen to my mother? I was very angry at my father and mother.I wanted to see more what happened between them and to my surprise, Manish and my mother have been fucking since the day he came to our house. He fucks her daily. In every room of the house possible. In the. He had some time to spare as Belleville didn’t have a pick in the fourth round.“Ken Turner! I heard you joined the Sault Saint Marie Greyhounds,” Carl said, recognizing his old friend. He placed the double tray of coffees and a box of doughnuts on the Greyhound’s table and offered his right hand.“Hi Carl, good to see you too!” Carl and Ken were teammates in their junior hockey years but lost touch a long time ago.“Hey, what goes around comes around. Now we’re the coaches and teachers,” Carl.