"Please, eat some kind of vegetable. Ok, I gotta' go." Carrie hugged her daughter good bye and walked off, her heels clicking down the driveway. Krist... locked the door behind her and watched through the peephole until the cab was out of sight around the block. She tingled with excitement. She felt naughty. She felt sneaky. She felt horny. The house was dark except for the light from the kitchen.Krista wore a pair of tiny cotton shorts and a skin tight tank top. No panties, no bra. Her nipples. Unlike the last time I’d made the trip I stayed on the road pushing hard. I knew the route this time and wasn’t quite so concerned over threats. The first six days I averaged almost thirty miles a day, but the mules were starting to get tired, so I backed off to a steady twenty. This gave me enough time in the mornings to do my Tai Chi as well as the Aikido and Krav Maga katas. Except for the mornings I was in town, and the first six days of this trip, I’d done them religiously. The days I. It was more or less their doing. They both withdrew from her. Alan started greasing up her butt and his thick cock with some ointment they had. Avoiding direct eye contact, my wife and I were both silent, submissively complying.Man - was that ever something. I'll never forget it as long as I live. I shot off watching her wriggle her butt down on his thick black cock. When she finally got the whole thing inside her anus, I couldn't believe the tiny puckered ring of his butthole had expanded. “Okay, I get it. You like Michigan State. That wasn’t what I wanted to talk to you about,” Mom said to stop me.“But I haven’t even talked about the intricacies of their offense and how I think I could contribute,” I said, as I tried to get back to my filibuster.“I’d like to hear all about that,” my dad lied.At least he tried to cover for me.“I don’t think so,” Mom said, shooting down my attempt to derail her from her intended purpose. “How have things become so bad with you and Tami?”“Oh, I.