I glanced across and saw with pleasure that father was masturbating and told him to stop and put his hands back on his head. Again he complied with m... order.Mother had raised herself and I watched with pleasure as her buxom breasts bounced up and down as my Cock pushed inside her deeper and deeper. She leaned over again and this time pressed her body tight to mine, her breasts were squashed upon my chest and I held her tight, not wanting to let her go. Mother was kissing me on the lips and. When the guest suite was ready, we checked in and I fell asl**p as soon as I lay down. I woke up in time for dinner. My b*****r-in-law and his wife and k**s came to the facility to join us. It was a rather pleasant meal in that I was able to catch up with my nieces and their mom and paid virtually no attention to ‘mom’. That night I slept well. The next day things got worse because I was no longer able to ignore ‘mom’ with all her complaining and whining and unsolicited advice. My wife did her. No, not my own. My husband, Mark, lay behind me, his body close to mine, his chest hot against my back, his cock nestled unintentionally between the cheeks of my ass. I could hear his steady breathing, smell his familiar body and feel his skin on mine. The other boner couldn't be felt from where I was, but I knew it was there, just the same. By lifting my head slightly, I could see it. Mark's twin brother Matt lay in front of me, in the same position. His broad back was, as you might expect,. While I had been commuting between Camden and Cambridge in a kinky sensual glow, the whole country seemed to be in the grip of a sickness. Millions were in the throes of the worst industrial strife since before the war. Strikes broke out every day, there was revolution in the air. In Northern Ireland sectarian violence ruled the streets, with the army failing to keep them apart. Unemployment was rising, and the football terraces were ruled by rabid racist thugs. Oh, and Princess Anne was.