Mike left the dirt track to step onto a concrete path and made his way home.Arriving home, Mike pushed open the front door, to see his mother passed o...t on the couch, and his step father Kent driving his rather pathetic looking cock in and out of his mother’s pussy. His father froze, and looked up at Mike, and then slowly started to saw in and out of his mother, maintaining eye contact.“You wish you were here don’t you boy. God knows it’s probably the only pussy you would ever get,” said his. He was wearing simple grey overalls, a utilitarian garment. No badge of office, no insignia or any other kind of decoration. He peered at their surroundings momentarily, as if he was standing there for the first time. He spared a few glances at the ever-pervasive optical sensors arranged throughout the cell block; as if making sure someone was watching him.The clinical white, cold finishing on every surface failed to bring to mind dungeons, chains and torture; still, the metal bars of ancient. And she started to buck. Her pussy was contracting, flowing and she was pushing onto me, so I dove in and ate her out, getting wet all over my cheeks, having to come up for air. She came hard and then grabbed my head and pulled me up for some missing. She clamped her legs together and I skooched up to lie next to her. She was gently caressing her right nipple, and took charge of the left breast, cupping gently and pinching her nipple gently. "I do remember you." I was not sure I believed her,. Sally and Adrian's new home was called "Gwel an Nans", a large Arts and Crafts style house set in grounds a few miles out of Penzance. Everyone loved the place, said how fabulous it was. And it was a magnificent house. Ten bedrooms and we had the run of them all, though no one planned to sleep that night.When people found out about their new house, there was a rumour that Sally and Adrian had bought the place because it was haunted. Even before the announcement for the party was made, I knew.