His face hit my empty coffee cup. Some coffee got on his chin. I walked around to my side, to get in.I looked in the back seat. I smiled. "Cletus! Is ...his your wife?" I said. He smiled. "No! Just some cheap hooker I tired to pick up." he laughed really loud. Mona tried to elbow him with her arm. But her breast would not move from the glass. Instead she grunted at him. "It's true Sheriff." he laughed again. "It's not true. Sheriff. You need to make him stop. He is lying. It was his birthday. I didn't hear it again. I must have dreamt it. My mouth was dry and I needed a cold glass of water. So I went upstairs to the kitchen. Once upstairs, I heard the screams again… they were coming from upstairs where my mom was supposedly sleeping. The screams and moans were more consistent now. Instantly I thought someone was fucking my mom! My penis became slightly erect. I didn't care anymore. I knew it was Ryan. A part of me wanted to see the action. I tiptoed upstairs in the dark. My mom’s. ”My father was a grade-A womanizer. There’s no telling how many brothers and sisters I actually have. I’ve never met any because Doug was excellent at not being found by his numerous conquests. My mother was an exception to that rule. I don’t remember her at all, but according to Doug, she showed up at his door drunk with 2-year-old me in tow and demanded child support from him. The story goes he called CPS and ended up getting full custody of me in the courts later on. He was a cheap bastard,. She then landed on top of Marla, and started riding her like a lesbian, rubbing her rug against the other. Evidently, Marla was partly to blame, in Alexander's opinion, for helping her conceal the affair.Marla struggled under the unexpectedly strong new Susan, as Susan planted a French kiss on her lips, and moved down to her pussy, eating it with gusto. What's worse, Marla seemed to enjoy it! Susan then turned Marla over, grabbed her butt, spread her cheeks, and started tossing her salad, right.