She didn't seem to mind what he was doing. In fact she reached up and grabbed mine and began to suck on me while Bill began to thrust in and out of he... pussy.This was so fucking sexy. It was my fantasy exactly. I watched in silent fascination as Bill fucked my wife, (his sister) in an ever-increasing rhythm. From time to time I'd look down to see her sucking my dick like a common whore. It was hard, very hard, not to blow my load then and there.Then Laura was pulled away from me as Bill. ... me being me. This morning no bull shit....this is how it went.Bye baby i said to her. She left and I immediately call the Dick man. Jay. Surprise he still had his phone number. Shit I knew it by heart. Just talking to him made me wet. He knew how to talk to a woman. I asked him to stop by and help me put up the mirror. He knew what I really wanted. He looked so sexy tall and slender but muscles. His dick got hard and he knew I was with a woman now. He kept saying to me....as he. She was still his mother and she was owed a certain level of respect. ‘Of course she said,’ dropping her robe to the floor and pulling her red satin halter slip so that it too pooled at her feet. She had a fantastic body, but instead of admiring it, John cringed at how badly she had been bruised by the experience. Her large white breast, ass, legs and especially her crotch were discolored and had to ache terribly. To say she was black and blue would be putting it lightly. If it wasn’t for his. .. why do you care? You didn't care two years ago. Why do you give a fuck what happens to me?" I asked, still baffled by this visit.She didn't answer me. She stood up and walked around the deck and looked out over the eastern view and seemed to be lost in her thoughts. I just shut up and let her compose herself. There was something she needed to tell me, but she didn't quite know how. I had a hunch what it might be, but even then, I wasn't sure. Maybe I just wanted to be right.Finally, she.