It was too demanding of him. It was too passive for her to stand there and take it. He had her nipple clenched between his teeth, and yes, it was hurt...ng immensely. She tried to back away. He reached between her legs and jammed his fingers invasively, right into her cunt.Yes, she was seeping wet."If you haven't done what I asked, then there is a separate torture for each offense." A separate torture for each offense?" She tried to imagine what he was thinking... Hot candle wax? Ramming his hand. She then threaten to put Luke in adress again for to her, it seemed like he did not learn his lesson thefirst time. Luke ran upstairs and locked himself in the bathroom. He wasnot going to have to wear a dress again. Lori was frustrated, she did notmean the threat. She just wanted Luke to behave.Fred came home to his wife knocking on the bathroom door bargaining withLuke to open it and hearing his son's reply of, "No, you want me to weara dress again, you are a meany, go away!"Fred had enough,. The heat, the sun, the primitive throb of the music, the booze, her glistening skin, her billowing mahogany hair, her wonderful breasts bouncing and bobbing erotically, her tight, quivering ass, the sweeping arc of her gorgeous legs all swam in his head as he found himself thinking about what she and his father did in bed. Did they do any kinky stuff or was it just plain vanilla fucking.Cut it out, he reprimanded himself. That is your mother you're fantasizing about and a son shouldn't be. . You know.”“I know that song by Vanilla Fudge -- from my oldie’s program.”“That’s funny,” she said. “I know the chocolate version and you know the vanilla one.”“Let’s stop at the radio station and run through some things. I’ll bet we can put together a program for tonight that’ll be a killer. Laundry isn’t that urgent, is it?”“It’s pretty urgent if you want clean underwear for tomorrow. I guess it can wait a little while.”“This route goes past the station, right?”“Right, it’s coming up”Aja.