" I blushed a little bit. "I kind of liked it, actually." You did?" He rolled to his side, head propped on one arm, watching me.I nodded. "I've never ...ad anyone care enough about me to tease me, before now. I probably could have gone to school with no pants on by mistake, and no one would have noticed, never mind teased me about it. The teasing doesn't bother me – at least it means they care." They do. We do. There isn't a person back there who wouldn't put their life on the line to protect. He just assumed that's the way his wife was. She certainly controlled him, a fact that bothered him surprisingly little. By and large it was comfortable for him to cede the minutiae of family life to her. If she bossed him around in the process, well... To put it coarsely, Floyd was pussy-whipped, with the pussy no longer employed.Floyd's life had more than its share of minutiae, which he managed very successfully as a portfolio officer at a bank. He had risen to a level where he made a very. This she gently stroked until he let out a little moan. Slowly she put her lips to the head and gave it a kiss and a gentle tug with her teeth.As Brad was watching his mother give his brother an expert blow-job his cock started to slowly rise back to a powerful hard- on. He started rubbing it thinking that he could relieve himself by hand. But as his mother slowly let the cock slide between her lips into the warmth that was there he couldn't help but notice her enticing ass sticking out in the. For a second she felt Brad’s body weight lift off of her, for a split second she felt relieved. But the relief was short lived as she felt a second body moving over her. She screamed out again to Brad, begging him to release her. He simply said three words, three words she would never forget.“Shut up whore.” he growled, in a drunken state.Before she could even comprehend what was going through his mind, she felt a hard, thick penis enter her from behind. There was no passion, no caring, just.