Oh, she didn’t come to either funeral; I figure she’s gotta be dead by now or she’d have shown up looking for money or something long ago.”“...ow, Mom was into Mythology, wasn’t she,” The Sally-Thing chimed in. “That’s right, Persephone. The one who stole all Wade’s guns, sold them for a quarter their value for cash to hop a plane to LA, and was never seen again. Is that right?”Helen started laughing, her breasts seeming to jiggle lazily, like Father Time Himself was also watching and enjoying. I moan again as He thrusts hard andfast, and nearly scream and curse as He pulls out, His cock sliding out ofmy aching pussy. I feel the ropes loosen, then get pulled off. I move to take the blindfoldoff, but His hand stops me, telling me to hush and be patient. With His handsguiding me, I move to all fours, then He gently pushes my head until my foreheadtouches the bed, my ass still high in the air. There is a pause, and what lastsmere seconds, feels like an eternity. Suddenly, whack!!! The. He quickly looked at the floor where he had just been kicking his wife."What? How?" he demanded in shock."It's late on Saturday morning, Stan. You've been frozen into a wooden statue for the last twelve hours or so," Dad informed him."What are you people doing here? This is my house!" Stan demanded belligerently."This is not Your house!" Laura shouted at him angrily. "It's MY house." Don't give me any crap woman, or I'll beat you again like I did last night," Stan growled."Yes, try that!. ” she said with a happy sigh, as she lay there with me eagerly cleaning the remaining cum from her cock and balls before I went searching for the puddles of my own on the sheets, curious of my own sweetness.Three loud knocks at the door and with a sweet “Hai (Yes)” from Ona. Sam, the blonde man from before came in.“Looks like you’ve been having fun, how is she?”“Look what she did to my sheets Sam, they’re all dirty.”“What is she doing?”“I told her to clean everything when I was done with her..