And a sob. And then a moan. Fingers in his wife’s mouth again. This time the lube to the base of his cock as the rest of it continued its fuck of th... ass. Almost as quiet as breathing, he paused and murmured ‘5, 4, 3…’ After one, he rammed the full length into the girl and kept slamming harder… and harder… and harder into her. Her screams were surreal. The occasional sound could have been misconstrued as pleasure, but could it be? Linda could smell the sweat of her husband’s balls mixed with. My mother grabbed my cock through my sweats with her teeth. She was clamping down on my dick, releasing it, and moving further down to begin the process anew.She couldn’t hold my attention though despite the overwhelmingly erotic play with my dick. I had been a big talker before this, not caring whether my father knew what we were doing or not, but I couldn’t stop looking over to see if he was watching.I saw his eyelids fluttering, then he sort of squeezed them tightly shut. There was still no. "Why are you sitting that way?" She asked laying down."Because my cock is in full salute and it's your fault." I said honestly. She seemed to chuckle and expressed with a sigh why she was doing this.I finally lay down next to her with a bit of adjustment and stared at the ceiling wondering what she was thinking. She was turned away from me and I can see from the corner of my eyes that she was wide awake like me. Finally after a few minutes of silence she pulled the covers over her and. " Quite the modern employer, aren't we? What prompted you to go into the ladies-only gym business, as if I couldn't guess?" I smiled, knowingly."I remember you very well when we were children, Jack. No-one ever got one over you," she put her hand on my forearm, "or your friends." Tears glistered her eyes, unshed. I leant in and gently kissed her. She returned the compliment with an embrace that turned me to stone, well one bit of me anyway. I held her close. "Sometimes, Jack, I wish..." I.