I used to call her once in month or twice.One evening I was busy with assignments and projects in college. That was a day before biggest festival in K...rala, ONAM. Due to some urgent work I couldn’t go home. That was the first time I was not attending ONAM at home. So I was cursing my work and professor. Suddenly I got a call from Priya. First I got wondered. Because last time she called me was around 2 months back, that is even to clarify a technical doubt. I took the phone, on the other side. Jolene wasn't done yet, though, and she fucked me in the rear for 10 minutes more. While she did this, I toyed with Michelle's breasts through the fabric of her sweater, blouse, and bra. I wore Michelle's clothes all day long. I felt so sexually enhanced with the clothes on, I was far more horny than usual. At one point, I took her downstairs and untied her, then fucked her as she tried to escape. I finally came in her cunt then. Jolene endlessly fucked her with the strapon, occasionally. Soon, unbeknownst to my parents, I had managed to set a projector set up, had a box full of film reels, and both parents were outside on a Saturday afternoon doing yardwork. I saw a lot on those film reels that day, but mostly, I saw Mommy in stockings, garters and high heels...taking cock after cock after cock...cum in her face and hair...dripping from her sweet pussy, ass and mouth...I don't know how many times I saw my Mother, in the middle of a room full of naked people, stick her foot in. .. Too high-pitched to be our smoky-voiced and single neighbour... Too audible to be that rather attractive mute that worked at my father's office...He had forgotten to close the door, so I thought it would be no harm if I was to peak inside. That decision to look, to engage my curiosity, was the most earth-shattering I ever made.There she was, straddling him as if he was a mechanical bull. He was certainly moving like one, thrusting into Emily like there was no tomorrow. My father was fucking.