A loud moan escaped Alyson’s throat. I pulled the blouse off of her shoulders, fully exposing her laced bra to my wife and her gentle fingers. I pul...ed Alyson’s hands behind her, giving my wife full access to her prey.My wife began showering Alyson with kisses down her neck, eventually settling at her heaving chest. I whispered into Alyson’s ear, “Surrender! You’re ours – at least for the night.”The front clasp of the bra was no match for my wife’s fingers and intentions. As my wife’s lips met. Their mom falling asleep at 6 pm on a 5 hour drive home just didn't make sense. "Are you pregnant?" I don’t know." She said, "Probably but if I wasn't what if it's yours now?"'That is a problem." He sighed, "Look either way tell them once it's born that you where raped by dad. Make them test it. If it's mine well I'll deal with the consequences but hopefully it's dads and we can get him arrested." Yeah so that once he is out of jail he can come home and kill us?" she scoffed, "Whatever, I'm. "Kate snickered at the distraught look on my face. She snapped her fingersimperiously and pointed at her very messy crotch. The entire time I wasslurping up Grant's gooey, salty mess from her I was anticipating withdread what came next.My wife had a small orgasm and said, "He got me off, Grant. Wonder ifhe'll get to do that for you, too."I felt queasy as I switched from her to him. His long thick organ wasdraped across his brown thigh. I opened my mouth and stuck out myunwilling tongue,. “I know you do.”“I find you nothing of the sort.”“I could see it in your eyes.”“No. What you saw was surprise ... and relief. This isn’t what I anticipated. You said you were disfigured ... not bald.”“I AM disfigured in my eyes.”“I was bracing myself for ... for something worse ... Maybe one eye bulging out or missing, or a lump on your forehead ... skin grafts that didn’t take properly ... A Quasimodo effect or maybe Phantom of the Opera. You’re gorgeous, Carmen ... striking in a very unique.