Bad," Martin turned to me, seeing his chance."Well, in that case, kiss my cock, but work with your sister Belle. I want to feel both of your mouths on...my dick, licking and sucking away at it," I instructed the young man.Martin grinned and immediately planted a kiss on my dick, while I asked, "Who will cook the food?" Let us handle that. Lowell and me. We're a couple. We should work together on it," Mary suggested with a wink.Meanwhile, Belle got to her knees to join her brother and plant her. .."Yes baby, I do ... but..."Bella was rapidly losing her capacity for coherent wordsSandy reached out and moved her mother's face to hers. She looked at her mother and noticed her face was twisted with a cross between anticipation and guilt."I love you, Mom."Bella cupped the girl's face, lovingly stroking her cheek. "And I love you too, so much. But we can't --"Sandy was becoming a little impatient with her mothers continuous back pedalling."I know, I know we shouldn't be doing this. I KNOW. Rachel was a pleasant woman, perhaps not a super-model, but she held her own against the “cheerleader” types. Her mother had always bragged about her combination of brains and beauty. Rachel didn’t completely dissagree, either; she had the classic Norweigan features, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a well proportioned body. A bit top heavy, pehaps, but there were worse things. He breasts were quite adequate for turning heads, especially among the under grads, she noticed. It turned out that she had. Men, women, even Chandler’s drag queen father, she craved them all. She wanted to eat pussy and ass, wanted to suck dicks and balls, and wanted to have every hole in her body get sore from constant use. She wanted to walk funny for days, remembering with every ache how wonderfully fucked she was. She wanted to walk up to her husband, boyfriend, and other lovers in only a dress and lift it to show them how much cum leaked from each of her holes. She wanted said husband, boyfriend, and lovers to.