Well, half-Russian, I should say. My ancestors did God awful things to yours and yours definitely did them to mine. We have to move beyond that now, d...n’t we?” Clement reminded Gretchen now.“The other half is Armenian, you said, right? Another people butchered horribly. Sad to say. The Armenian Genocide. Disgraceful. The Young Turks regime of the Ottoman Empire,” Gretchen recalled from her history.“Very true. Anyway, let’s not speak of such depressing matters. We have a lot more interesting and. ” Pausing for a moment as Lucy wriggled back into position Gwilym Morgan once more addressed her bottom with the cane before raising it and delivering another firm stroke to her already challenged flesh. “AAH, AHH! Oh Sir, it hurts so much more than the strap.....three Sir.” The already colourful landscape of Lucy’s bottom now began to display the unmistakeable raised weals of the cane as Lucy attempted to pant away some of her anguish. The sound of the cane cutting through the air caused Lucy. It was mom’s hand. I turned over to her but she wouldn't even look my way. She played it as cool as could be. Below the covers she was softly rubbing the shaft of my cock back and forth. With one hand I was rubbing my little sister's pussy and I was getting my cock rubbed by my mom at the same time. I could hardly concentrate. I was so afraid I was going to finish inside my shorts. Just as I was thinking I couldn't hold it any longer, a scene on the movie started talking about whether or not. "Bring that man meat over here, I want to clean you up." I said stroking Mike's already inflated ego as I motioned him toward my mouth.Mike made his way from between my legs and crawled up the bed. I grabbed his slippery cum glazed shaft and guided it toward my mouth. I teased the tip of his dick then licked down to the base that was covered with Ron and Mike's cum.I took Mike in my mouth, and slid my lips all the way down till my nose met his pubic hair. I loved the taste of the father and son.