Always friendly and cooperative, we now treated each other with some warmth and tenderness. Carol was much freer with showing me her body now and made...no pretense of modesty. We undressed in front of each other, if it didn't seem too forced to do so, and swam naked together in the creek. However, months had gone by and she had not visited my bedside. I was disappointed and desperately clung to every instant of the last time she did. It was my constant masturbation fantasy.One night I heard her. Jonathan reached over to play with her tits, twisting her hard nipples, squeezing her boobs, but Katie was already far gone.She came at least twice before her pussy was flooded with sperm, Katie was quickly pulled off, bent over the back of the couch and the larger cock was shoved into her dripping cunt. I could only see Katie's face from this position but her eyes were rolled back into her head, her mouth was hanging open and she was making loud grunting noises every time he pushed inside of. Ford went into the bathroom and cleaned up and got dressed in there. Sylvia and I put on our robes. I completed our transaction with Ford and he politely thanked us and left.We didn’t have sex for a couple of days. Things seemed a little strained, but we were soon back in our rut, which means nothing had changed. A couple of months went by and Sylvia’s birthday was coming up. I asked her what she wanted, thinking we might take a cruise, which we hadn’t done in years.“You want to know what I. She had the most serious look on her face I had ever seen. Instantly she stopped crying, and it looked as though with my last inquiry, she too had snapped inside. She then mumbled something unintelligibly under her breath. “What did you say?” I asked. “You were mumbling.” “Being grounded again isn’t the only thing I’m scared of!” she barked back. “Why? Does your dad beat you or something when you get in trouble?” “No, it’s not.” “Then what is it!” I said abruptly. I began to feel uncomfortable.