They were definitely angry. I was still trying to catch my breath. I could feel Crockett’s cum running out of my pussy, warm and gooey, and I took a...deep breath. I loved the feeling of being freshly fucked, but I knew the storm was coming. Okay, time to face the music. I rolled over and reached for my clothes, but all I could find was my panties. My shirt was rolled up under my armpits, and I yanked that down before pulling my panties over my ankles and working them up. I still didn’t see my. His length pressing against my spine, as he moves us about the room toward a burgundy velvet fainting couch. Oh! How convenient, as I feel a bit light headed, like I am drunk only I havent had a drop to drink. Have I? Oh Wonderful! We are sitting down for a bit. My bodice is a bit tight I must lean back into the curve of the couch as he suggests. Those wonderful hands are helping me remove my cloak. I look into his eyes and I can see centuries of love and loss. I wonder what has hurt him so. I turn the key in the lock and push open the door, gesturing for Cici to enter first. “After you my dear,” I say with a mock bow. “The lounge is second door on the left,” I tell her as I pause to hang up my jacket in the hallway.I go into the kitchen and pull another bottle of Chardonnay from the fridge and collect two glasses from the sideboard. I enter the lounge and see her sitting primly on the edge of the black leather sofa.“Oh relax for goodness sake,” I say cheerily. “At least take off. “Tell me,” she smiled down at him, “admit it, you want to fuck your mother while your father fucks my brains out.”Susie dug her finger nails into his chest, drawing angry red lines down to his tummy, “Come on baby, admit it, you want her big juicy cunt milking your cock, you want those big tits swinging over your face, you want to hear me yelling with passion as your father’s cock rams up inside me, filling me with his cum, tell me, admit it…tell me.”In one movement Peter rolled them both over,.