After I had fucked Clara, I left her in Clyde’s room while I went back over to Margaret’s room, and left the bedroom door slightly open. Clyde was...sucking and licking his mom’s pussy, and I joined him on the bed and we took turns eating her pussy. After a few minutes we both moved up to her breasts, and Clyde began suckling one while I suckled the other. Margaret was so enjoying having both her breasts suckled that she didn’t notice when Clara slipped into the room. Clyde and I made room for. I was aware of the silky warmth of her inner walls surrounding my knob. I felt the labia lips contract and tighten round the base of my cock, now buried to its full length. My balls were resting against her.Whatever instincts or wishes Marjorie may have had, she held back until she felt the danger of a premature conclusion was at least minimally under control. When she started to move beneath me, it was with no more than a gentle surge, a ripple followed by a relaxation. And she began to talk. "God Mr. Groves you frightened me." She felt the rush of relief, which was ironic considering the things she knew he wanted to do to her.He closed the door and came over to the bed where he switched on the lamp. He perched on the edge of her bed and eyed her seriously."Now then Debbie." He said quietly. "I've brought a visitor with me tonight."Debbie looked at the door in panic and sat up further to protest."Calm down Debbie." Mr. Groves snapped. "He's a friend of mine and I owe him a favour.". Tossing Amy's phone at her. I flipped Amy my middle finger. "Respect this Amy."I turned to walk out the door as I said over my shoulder. "You two deserve each other. I have flights tomorrow, get your shit out of my house."I was a mess the rest of the month. They say there are seven steps of grief, but I could not get over shock and denial for two weeks. How could Amy do this to me? Did I miss that many signs? Was I such a clueless fool -unable to observe what was right in front of my face? I 'd.