“Ecstasy,” Donna replied.“Oh, really?” Ray asked, popping the pill.“Yeah,” Donna answered. “Dink came by this morning and left us some p...lls.”Ray lay down on the sofa beside his wife and slid his hand inside her robe and squeezed a breast. Donna murmured in pleasure.“I watched you today,” Ray said.“You watched me?” Donna asked.“Yeah—you and Dink.”“You saw us?”Ray mounted his wife and said “Yeah. I watched him fucking you. I saw him pumping his cock deep in your pussy.”He pushed his hard prick. Susan clicked on one article about a young movie heartthrob she was madly in love with and a series of pictures came up on the screen. The caption underneath one photo screamed in outrage “His Sister!” The picture was of the hot hunk lip locked to a super hot girl on a beach, both were wearing just inches of cloth that were supposed to be swimwear but didn't cover much of anything. Sue clicked on the series of pictures obviously taken without the couple knowing as they clutched and necked on a. Then I felt his hand envelop one of my breasts, his fingers feeling the nipple, then rolling it between his finger and thumb. I heard myself moan and call out, “Fuck me, Fuck me.”I reached around him and grabbed his arse; raising my hips up off the mattress, I tried to pull him into me hard. He resisted, but I did feel him sink fully home. I felt proud that I could handle all of him; it seemed such a big thing to me.I fought to relax, knowing it would be easier if I could. But I was so. “Watch me”, I said, and I walked home with a confidence I have never had. I wasn’t able to carry out my plan unfortunately because I walked through the door of my house to find my mother crying on the couch with a bottle of gin. “What’s wrong mom”, I asked. “He’s such a liar and a dirt bag”, she shouted. “Who?” I asked. She stayed quiet for half a minute and I repeated the question. “Who mom? Who? I’m sure whoever he is, dad can take him.” “He is the dirt bag, your father has been having.