I walked through the kitchen and into the mudroom, but when I looked through the window, which gave me a view of the side yard, there was still no sig... of Bruno. Where was he? Was he somewhere here in the house? Maybe I could get to my car and leave and stay with a friend until Michael got home? Gathering my nerves, I took my keys off the key rack and practically tiptoed to the front door, not wanting to alert him. Holding my breath, I opened the door and prepared to run to the car. Closing. There was silence, and this is never a good thing. My father finished his dinner and then told me to get onto the footstool. I gasped as this was usually when I been really naughty and bad. He got on the phone and called my grandpa and uncle to come round as I needed some discipline. They only lived next door so within seconds the door was pushed open. My mum tried to reason with my father, but that only got her a hard slap on her titties, and he pulled at her nipples through her top. . She tilted her head up towards her husband, "and how I wanted to do it again."Fred stared back at her as he worked his way past rubbing her hips. Katie released her grip on the blanket as he moved it out of the way and rubbed her legs. She sighed heavy as she felt her husband's hands on her body.Katie opened her legs as Fred rubbed her inner thighs and slowly moved his fingers to caress her already soaked slit. The sexy wife responded as she reached down and wrapped her delicate fingers around. For me Kate had been driving my cock wild since my teenage years. I vividly remember her on morning tv and was instantly fascinated with this sexy older woman with the curvy figure and enormous breasts. As a horny wanking mad teenager she was one of my main targets alongside Kelly Brook, Louise etc, regularly fantasizing about how I would love to lick her Pandora's box, sniff her arsehole and suck on her luscious milk heavy jugs. To this day I still do! Kate however has been my number one.