He was the one who told me to go to you. He thought that if he couldn’t make you happy then I could.” “But..but..” I looked at them in amazeme...t. “Are you starting to realize that it wasn’t our entire fault Dear? That you too played a role in how miserable you are now.”“No! No! You made me miserable! You and your whoring around. You’d come lay in my bed after you spent all night fucking some slut….” My voice rose in anger, and it irked me even more that both men stood there calm and collective,. He continued to run the lather over her body up to her ample and soft breasts, he could feel the piercings in them, and he began to play with her now very slick and hard nipples, she took the bar of soap from him and rubbed it in her hands then took his hard dick in her hands and allowed the soap to act as a lubricant as she moved her hand up and down his cock. He was throbbing.She stopped afraid he would cum before she wanted him to. She asked if he preferred the shower to the bed, and he. Helps Amy outwith her schoolwork... Huh? The problem is he does whatever Amy tellshim to do...Yes, literally, Mom... I mean she says jump and he'll onlyask "how high"... No, it's not sweet, Mom... He seems to have abackbone except around Amy...I 'm just worried 'cause it seems a littlebit on the dominant/submissive side of life, you know? I know kids aredifferent from when you and Dad and I were kids."Melissa took another deep breath and move the phone to her other ear."Mom... Amy's friend is a. Karen was facing the shower stall and was shrugging out of her panties, her last article of clothing. I admired her trim shape that was outstanding for a 39 year-old. Then I saw her back. Jesus Christ Karen! I shouted and she jumped a foot. “What happened to your back and who did this to you?” Her poor back was crisscrossed with welts—some of them with fresh scabs showing they were deep enough to bleed. She must have been whipped with a heavy whip to cut so deep. “Oh Jake, I didn’t want you to.