I wasn’t sure if it was a conscious strategy on their part or not, but they really liked being in control when we had sex. My two-cent pop psycholog... guess was because of the way the change affected them, it gave me the power in our relationship. This was a way for them to get it back.Not that I minded, and not that the pattern ever got boring. One thing about being genetically bonded to four mates, for lack of a better word, was that variety was never in short supply.The bed depressed behind. But the reality was very different. Mr. Stevens was older than his wife and looked at her in a way that made her uncomfortable. Mrs. Stevens wasn’t a witch, well not using the letter ‘w’ anyway. She really was surprised to see the Stevens’ car parked near her spot one day. The car was right where she would have been spotted if she tried to leave. It was only there for a short time, but it was enough to see Mr. Steven’s wasn’t alone. She didn’t recognize the young blond girl bobbing up and down. After a few minutes I saw a shadow walk through the doorway and he sat down close to me, although the place was almost empty.During a bright scene I looked over him and could note he was a handsome black guy, mid-forties, well-built and well hung for sure….While I was watching again to the screen, he grabbed my wrist and put my hand on his cock. It was hot to the touch and felt really huge. His hand wrapped around mine and held my hand around his huge cock and he began to move our hands back. I responded that she always complains about not having a boyfriend at the holidays because she wants jewelry (No, I do NOT know where she gets that from). So he decides on a necklace and locket. She tells him, ‘anything but gold…white gold or silver, but not yellow gold.’ What does he get…yellow gold, because he felt everything else was too cheap. Now she planned a wonderful family night out with the three of us to see my favorite Christmas movie, Die Hard, re-released in the theater. Except.