Aunt Tili was to look after me.Dad had bought an old passenger bus and converted it into a mobile home, nothing fancy, just the things to make life co...fortable. Their destination was a place down the coast we called 'The Womb', a place of peace and tranquillity with wild life abound, and hopefully a place of reconciliation.I got home from school the first day of Aunt Tili's stay. "Get cleaned up Fur ball;" I had accepted Porkie's insult as another nick name, like I always say "you can always. She saw his massive shaft start to disappear, as he plunged it into her mother's cunt. "Oooh, unh! That feels so good," her mother gasped. "Oh, Bob, put it all the way in, ooh!" The words her mother was crooning made Cathy's ears sing with the blood that rushed to her head. She had never known her mother could talk so wildly. Her father's muscular buttocks started to rise in the air, and Cathy saw his thick stick appear. Now it was glistening, coated with her mother's pussy syrup. Cathy's. I pull you into the restroom before you have a chance to reason your way out of it. We are loud and animalistic, and I can’t fuck you here. But I will suck you dry.I drop to my knees on the dated mint green and black checkered tile as you quickly release your belt and pull your cock out, muttering in disbelief, “You know this is crazy, right?” I waste no time getting to work and surprisingly, you cooperate with zero resistance. Your fingers are thoroughly tangled in my hair, fucking my face as. It was much latter in the day than she had thought. She said, “I guess I’ll see you in a couple of days.”“Sure,” he said standing there shifting nervously from one leg to the other.“Mrs. Fields is driving by again.”The announcement by the computer made both of them laugh. The day after Sherry had moved into the house, the security feature of Alex’s home system had identified a strange car that slowly passed by the house several times a day. It didn’t take them long to discover that it was.