His hands were squeezing my breasts and I felt his teeth as he bit my nipples."Oh, please, fuck me!" I cried.He grabbed my head as he shifted his body...higher. His mouth found mine and at the same time I felt his cock slowly enter my body. I felt my lips part as it entered deeper and deeper. So agonizingly slow I wanted to scream, but his mouth was sealing mine. All I could do was moan into his. I wanted the blindfold off, I wanted him to fuck me faster, I wanted to cum.I wanted to feel the heat. “Ah were just kidding, she knows I love her,” Chris said tagging her arm.They hit each other back and forth and I shrugged it off as we went to the kitchen to see on the parents poker game. There were empty beer bottles, at least eight, sitting around the table they were playing on. We each went and stood behind one of our parents, boys behind their dad and the girls behind their mom. We watched them play for a while, each one willing a couple hands until they realized how late it was getting. ” "I got some education in college," I replied.“Oh yeah, just what kind of education did you get?” she replied with a suggestive smile.Without comment I slid my hand between us and began playing with her breasts. She didn't protest, so I kept at it. After a while she pulled away sliding to the right side of the car. When I gave her a questioning look, she responded by putting my head in her lap and playing with my ears. This left me free to play with both breasts. We played for a. This was clearly a bigger problem that we thought. This went on for a few days. I tried to talk to Mark, but he was too busy to talk. A few days later, they came over without the kids and said they had to talk with us. I was afraid they were going to break up, but boy was I wrong! Carol and Mark were silent at first, and kept trying to talk, but just couldn’t seem to get going. Finally, Carol broke the ice. “Mom, Dad, Mark and I have been talking about his problem. Our problem, I guess I should.