It's a confusing mess but we're going to have to find some way to sort it all out so that we can live together in peace. I need your help. We certainl... can't remain 'us' and 'them'."My little speech fell on sympathetic ears. It didn't resolve our immediate problem, but it did put everyone on the same page. The question however was still what to do about Tilly. Rebecca said she'd speak to her privately. She hoped to resolve it on her own. My mother had an idea that she wanted to try. She didn't. I nuzzled my way down his chest and happy trail and gently nuzzled his cock with my chin through the underwear fabric as I undid his shoes and allowed him to step out of his trousers.He pushed me onto the bed, so that I fell backwards and likewise he removed my shoes and trousers and underwear. I had already freed myself of my shirt. His mouth zeroed in on my hard cock as he savoured the precum, I could feel it pulsing into his mouth. He moaned with delight and said how delicious it was. I. At the moment, the memory of that ecstasy seemed only like hors d'oeuvres for a lunch entree. The blonde was greedy and reckless in the way she guided the bloated tip of Dan's cock toward the heated slit of her snatch."Oh, baby... open up and let me in!"Dan had her backed up against the wall next to the paper towel dispenser. Her hairy cunt-mound was tilted upward, waiting for him. His cock-tip was throbbing at the first contact of pussy-hair and the yielding moistness beneath. Dan was not. Her own mother, John Barrett's widow, sprawled nakedly across the bedspread like a central character in some five-dollar porno movie... pot-bellied, balding Jerry Marlowe hunched over her, his head stuffed between her lewdly-splayed thighs, his back arching and bobbing as he salaciously licked and sucked there at the banquet-table of her naked loins! Even now, over the pounding rhythms of the rock music from her radio, she could still hear, in that private inner ear of her mind, the wetly.