We ate in silence and enjoyed the food. We finished early and cleaned the dishes together. As usual. I enjoyed the closeness and the companionship and...the sharing of chores that had come to symbolize our relationship. I had forgotten how much we shared. That thought caused a small kernel of pain to form in my gut and it wouldn't relax.We took our coffee into the den and sat down, her on the couch with her legs tucked under her and the cup sitting on the coffee table, me in my recliner with the. I could see her transfixed look as she was once again penetrated by this bastard. She was so wet after cumming...her pussy was making squishy sounds as he went in and out of her. I looked over at John and he had started playing with her ass again. He kept fucking her and then paused, Adriana frowned and turned to him „I dont like it in the ass” John was slowly probing her ass with his dick. He didnt stop and just added „George fucked Roxana’s ...you dont think this is fair?” FAIR ... this was. Yet I sure couldn’t deny what was happening. Maybe if more people got a look at my enormous penis there would be some proof.The astounding confrontation with my parents during their visit to the dairy was unexplainable for me. I didn’t know how, what to deal with in that regard. I could blame the nymphs for messing with their minds or I could blame my dad for being a co-conspirator in this. Was all of this faith related? No way, the nymphs were not part of that religious foray. How would I know. –sob kichu ki bola jai? –tai bolchili j hobe na –yes..coz ajoy k dhoka deoa ta thik na..–sotti kotha bolte tok niye vabte bapok lage..ki size tor r dudu gulor var e jeno hat tei paris na..pacha dekhle mone hoi angul dhukiye di..–acha??tahole ekdin thik kor sex korte raji achi…ami jeno hat e sorgo pelam–kal kal kal kei hobe..amar room e ai..bole kete dilam..amader saturday chuti chilo..o pray 7 ta nagad amar messe elo..o bose porlo bed e..ami or samne bose or mukhe mukh ghoste thaklam..o chokh.