“Now you think so? Well, I better not come out there in the morning and find some dirty spots on it.” Marc looked up at Bill. “Oh… Uhm.” Bil... started to wonder if he should go out there and check again. “Bill, I’m about to suck Marc’s big black cock here with our daughter's help, so why don’t you go out and make sure that his Cadillac is pristine.” Karen looked up at her husband. “Oh, yeah, I’ll make sure that it’s perfect this time.” Bill looked over at Marc as Karen leaned up and pressed her. Just ask them.”“Maybe they are too old to see Daddy groping Mama.” Now, she raised another issue, and he’d given her the opening.“You want to lock them in their room?”“I had another solution in mind.” She wanted to lock sex in their room. So did he, when you were talking about real sex.“You’re no fun.”“Wasn’t what you said half an hour ago.” And it hadn’t even been half an hour. Well, her body was fun. Her words were puritanical.“Okay, you’re a sexy wench when I can get you alone. You just want. Uncle Bert had not programmed that. In fact, he had given her specific commands which kept her quiet when she was orgasming since Andy’s screams could take the paint off the walls. I gave her no command of silence. In fact, I said, “Now, my sweet little whore, I want to hear you scream.”She laughed as she wrapped those delightful legs around me and pulled me into her.“I don’t think I can even sit up,” Andy moaned. She was exhausted as was I. We were drenched in our own sweat, smelled of sex and. My brother and I were constantly beingscolded about rowdy behavior but that was the life of a boy. Nothing wasmeant to be destructive, but at times I guess it was.Now I didn't like getting dirty. Oh you couldn't help it when you playedball and it went with the territory. The same applied to soccerespecially after a rain when we couldn't help getting muddy. The onlyreal change was I couldn't wait to get home and take a shower and changemy clothes. I no longer enjoyed being dirty.The same could.