They went into the bathroom and undressed each other. Clothes piled in a corner. Dad would peel off mom’s bra. When I collected the laundry, her pan...s were on top with panties nestled inside. Dad peed, then went into the bedroom. He lay on his back with knees raised and parted for mom to lay on him, adapting a yoga position. Mom peed and left her bush wet, knowing it would turn dad on. Mom went into the bedroom and dad saw her sexy wet brown bush and smiled. Mom sucked dad hard, then placed. Is she really feeling pain relief? Or is that just an excuse for ending up in this sexual position with me? I’m playing along: “I’m really happy for you. I can’t imagine what pain you’re going through.”I’m taking in her scent. I’m smelling the floral shampoo on her hair, mixed with a slightly sweaty odour. There is a reason why today is the day for her bed bath. Her body lying on top of me feels so warm, so soft! I can’t believe her bare breasts are pressed against my chest! It feels so. His name is Wiley. He proudly points to a ‘T” shirt with Wiley Coyote on it. Our discourse is short and simple as he quickly returns to viewing the debauchery some twenty feet away. I sit drinking my beer. Lying on the table was a matronly woman, the hostess [ a.k.a. – home owner ], passed out drunk apparently. To her immediate right was a balding man in the same condition. His head resting on his fore arm with his other hand on her tummy, just above her navel. Her husband. Against the sun that flooded in front of the shop he could only make out a female form; shapely, tall , curvy and wearing a light dress through which the back-light revealed shapely legs. He squinted against the brightness and was sure as eggs that it wasn’t the diminutive form of young Tara.“Good morning ma'am how can I...” the words were barely out before her voice cut them off. A voice that had become unmistakable.“Good god man, it's hardly after breakfast and you have been jerking off.