He leaves the salads and turns, walking away with my (wet) panties still in his hand. I pick up my fork and pick at my salad, trying hard to forget m... humiliation. However you have no intention of letting me, simply stating, ?And just to think, he still has our main course to bring, and I think we may have to order desert as well.? You laugh loudly at this last statement and my utter embarrassment which, to my disbelief, seems to be turning me on even more. With our salads finished,. Harder and harder he slammed his cock deep into me. My pussy felt like it was on fire from all the friction. All I could think was that I was such the slut for letting my brother fuck me again. And it turned me on like nothing I had imagined.That was until I heard my brother called out, “God you’re such the slut aren’t you. You’re so totally enjoying your brother fucking you!”And I exploded. His words were so powerfully degrading that I climaxed.“Oh god yes! Yes!” I screamed out. Whether it was. From where I sat opposite I felt uncomfortable watching dad hit on mom, he kept kissing her full on the mouth and had his hand under her skirt. I could see more of her legs becoming visible as her skirt rode up higher.Mom was a larger, well built woman, not fat but big boned, it was now I saw her pale chunky legs spilling out from her black stocking tops with white suspenders. Dad had his hand right between her legs now and I was starting to get turned on. All of a sudden mom stood up and left. She looked out the window, as Mr. Tarpee backed out of the lot, spun the wheel, and carefully crawled his fancy new car onto the street. It could be him. It could be anyone. But she didn’t have to know, and she didn’t want to know. She had to be happy with what she had. It wasn’t everything, but it was enough. * * * You are my treasure. Violet smiled. Every note was so short, but so sweet, and so perfect. It was so simple, but she didn’t want anything more, at least not all at once. She only.