I never knew about that, my Dad had asked the store manager John, to keep it just between them." My Dad told me to not worry about it any more. He wou...d take care of it. I went back to work the next day and I didn't see or hear from him until about a month later, when he showed up again and started a row in the store. The police were called again and they took him away once more. That was the last I ever saw him. A couple of months later a woman showed up at the store, demanding to know where. " "I'm going to fill you up so much, cum's going to dribble out of you for days." "I bet you've never been fucked like this. Get used to it. I'm going to fuck you every way imaginable... I'll have you scream my name like you don't know any other word." He pounded away, the sloshing sounds of his pre-cum mixed with my own lubrication adding to the unbelievably hotness of the moment. Not to mention the way he looked into my eyes, like I was the only woman he'd ever fucked- which I knew was. .. fucked... then I should be able to see her do other things."She was wearing a robe, but she dropped it, and she was naked underneath. Her... pussy... was bald. I said, 'Mom! What are you doing!', and she told me that she was following instructions."She paused again, then looked up at me and asked, "Do I really have to tell you the rest?" Are you asking me if I am going to make you tell me the rest?" I asked.She looked sharply at me and gasped. I glanced down and saw that there was a spot on. .. as to living together, let’s table that discussion until we’re all on the same page about everything else. I am confident that once we commit to living together as a group marriage, as a family, the details of our residence and such will matter far less. We will only care about living together and making love to each other by that point. I wonder if we could manage to locate a bed large enough for five people, anyway. Or maybe one can be constructed. Imagine that project!“All I know is that.