The conversation between her and Frank continued I went out and got fish and chips for us all. We ate our meal the dunks kept coming, Sally then said ...rank tells me you suck each other, I blushed, Frank said aww leave him alone, she then said I was told by a little bird you sniffed my knickers . I was gob smacked, once again everyone laughed, The conversation become really rude, she asked how many times a week did I wanking, do I like being fucked, or sucked , have I ever fucked a girl, I was. I found this surprisingly satisfying; this voyeuristic way of 'participating!'Then again, there were other times where I would refrain from any and all masturbation until AFTER Duane was finished, and then I'd kneel on the bed between my wife's legs, and proceed to jack off on her tummy; knowing all the time as I prepared to ejaculate my seed, that Duane's was deep inside of her pussy---but that merely excited me even more, and as I came at last, my wife, Duane, and I, all three of us, would be. Then she moved it down to her vaginal lips. She slowly pressed it in. Another wave of pleasure filled me. My head was halfway in. Then with another wave of intense pleasure she inserted the full head. I began to feel her muscles tightening around the head of my penis. This whole time she was breathing against the side of my face. I felt her breath and tongue in my ear, and could smell the sweetness of her sweat and saliva. She let go of my dick one finger at a time, all the while opening her. ”“But Mama, I don’t want to be a house wife like that,” the girl protests.“You sit down, Emily Elizabeth,” her mother berates. “We’ve been through this before and we ain’t going through it no more. Now eat and then you go do your chores or I’ll make sure I talk to your daddy about them horses and you.”“Yes ma’am,” the girl says, hanging her head low and taking a seat at the table.Emily Elizabeth eats in silence, taking her time because if she were to rush her mother would say something about it.