“Have you?” Patrice smiled thoughtfully to himself. “Father is always on the lookout for suitable matches for me. Mother is even worse. Matchma...ing is her main reason for living. They’re hoping to announce my engagement before the year is out.” I sympathised with him, for I knew he was making light of the pressure he was under to produce an heir for the family. “Strange, isn’t it?” I contemplated aloud, “To think that we shall someday be fathers. Husbands,” “The notion is not without its. Then we became best frnds. Then we started talking on Whatsapp. Our friendship started growing stronger. She started sharing every little thing with me. She even told me about guy who proposed her and asking my suggestions to accept their proposals or not.By fearing of losing her, I suggested to reject them. One day I got to know that she accepted someone’s proposal and started dating him. I got jealous and stopped talking to her. One day there was some function of our family. So she came to. His cock surged as his mind starting to image the two of them together in her daughter’s bedroom, were they lesbians… did they go down on each other… did they fuck each other with substitute cocks… were they virgins???? He was pleased that his wife had insisted to go and get their son, it was his intention to masturbate in the car before he picked up Ross having been interrupted earlier, not expecting his wife to get out of the bath so soon.If he had not heard the bathroom door open he might. I had seen this ritual many times on Webcam, although doing it was a lot different than watching it. It was definitely humiliating to be in this position fully exposed and vulnerable – more so even than earlier when I was being spanked.Stefan had his back to us and refused to even look even though my ass and pussy were winking at him just like Betty and her daughters were from the floor.My son made our oatmeal in the microwave and then started preparing a TV dinner for himself.“Maybe if you all.