He full breasts were bare and they stuck out above the coverlet.“If you don’t shift over, Tiffany is going to fall out of bed,” Phil whispered.�...�Don’t leave me,” Hailey pleaded. “We’ll make room.”“I’m not leaving you,” Phil told her, kissing her on the forehead. “I’m going to make sure things are OK for when Mom and Dad get home.”“Oh,” Hailey said. “I’ll get up, too.”“Stay in bed,” Phil replied, offering another kiss. “Just shift over a bit and curl back up. The game is on in a couple of hours.. Howick was a pleasant little hamlet in Natal (The last British Outpost). In the seventies, apartheid was at its highest; Blacks lived separately, totally apart from their White counterparts. Fraternisation was not only discouraged but actually punishable by law.When I was 13, I occasioned to join my Dad on a job he was doing in an area called Nottingham Road, where he had to do some work for a Mr. Camden a local farmer. Being that all my friends were off on school holidays to the coast, I. I approached Chloe. She was nervous to see me coming, and so she should be, with her having such a terrible attitude. I told her, "You and I need to have a serious talk at lunchtime. I'll meet you by your locker at the start of lunch, okay?" Umm, why?" You know very well why. Because you're making one of the biggest mistakes of your life." I might've been laying that on a bit thick, but I was willing to justify it by making up as much bullshit as I needed to. "You'll be at your locker?" I don't. Dad had stuffed his face in between her legs and was eating her pussy.The petticoat had blocked the view of my dad feeding on her juicy love hole. But mom’s slutty expressions confirmed she was loving it. Her mouth was wide open with pleasure.“Lick my dirty cunt, you bastard!” mom shouted like possessed by a whore. Dad sure knew how to savor a pussy.My mom was moaning louder and louder, with one hand of hers pushing my dad’s head deeper into her pussy. The other hand placed above her head,.