It was the way that he fucked her, arrogant and demanding. It was the way that he taught her the simplicity of living as his bitch. All you need do ba...e is work at pleasing me. You gonna learn to look like you is begging for sex from the minute you wake. There again, the squirts come and my face is drenched in a salty, moist solution and Brewster is dragging her off me and onto his stalk whilst she greedily searches out his lips with hers.‘Please darling, please I want it…I want your cock so. Or should we still call you ‘Aunt Margie’? I think that we should. It will be more fun in bed,” Cassie fought back against her grief to pull a risque joke now.“Do you want to fuck my ass while calling me that?” Margie teased them both, “yes, I’m eager to lose that cherry, too. It will be the first one that I can give away of my own free will. And I can’t get pregnant that way, can I? At my age, I’d have to think long and hard on the subject of impregnation, wouldn’t you say?”“Yes, yes, I would. ”She had me help her get several boxes out of the attic. They were full of strings of outdoor lights. There was more than enough to go around the entire roof, all of the windows and all of the doors, and the front porch too. There were hooks already in place, thanks to years of Dad putting them up.I helped Mom carry the ladder from the garage to the front corner of the house where Dad always started. We stood it up and pulled on the rope to extend it right up underneath the eve. Mom took one. I woke the next morning from a ray of sunshine hitting me in the eyes through a crack in the blinds. I pulled my shorts on and sat on the balcony looking at the empty beach below. I heard a peep of the door lock and then the door opened , entered Andrea. Her hair was a mess and she looked exhausted. I jumped up and held her arm as she sat down on the bed. I asked if she was OK? She said I'm so tired I need sleep. I said did you not sleep last night. She said no we fucked all night, Mac had.