"OH YES FUCK MY TIGHT ASSHOLE..." I looked around behind me and it was my husband, Glenn that was fucking me in the ass, I began slamming back meeting...his thrusts as he was jamming me deep in my ass, the dick in my mouth started tensing up and he pulled out and shot his load all over my face and hair. Another cock was offered to my mouth as I began sucking on this fat white dick, running my tongue up and down the sides, using my teeth up the bottom of it, running my tongue into his little pee. A cloud of fragrant steam hit me in the face, fogging my glasses.I pulled my head back and took them off. I'm mildly nearsighted so the picture was still a bit foggy. I could see shadows behind the shower curtain. There was somebody in our shower! I'd never heard of a burglar availing himself of the facilities while robbing a house, so I straightened my back manfully and determined to see who was behind the curtain.I entered the room and stepped to the foot of the tub. I pulled back the curtain. There was a lounge not too big, with two couches and coffee tables carpet and his old TV. Open plan kitchen, bathroom with shower, separate toilet, and a nice big bedroom with balcony looking out on the city, with the same size study room where his computer and desk is.He lowered his Mother to an old Lazy-boy TV chair. “You have to sit here Mom for a Moment” Kara looked confused. “What’s wrong?” Danny turned around and went to the linen cupboard “The bed needs some clean sheets Mom” he took a. I led the way in, flowing through the opening like water through limestone, and Christine followed, wriggling, nervous and awkward. The walls pressed hard against us as we entered. They whispered and hissed and menaced, deathly and cold, threatening to digest us and tear us apart.There was barely room to get through this opening, and once inside, it was even more diminutive and cramped. Our bodies were touching, legs and hands - other parts too - rubbing and caressing, unable to prevent.At.