Shit this is the hottest fuck ever. Damn watching your dad take your cock down his throat Matt and your brother power driving his dads ass. Chuck this...is so fucking hot. Fuck her pussy little brother. Fuck Mrs. Thompsons cunt hard Steve. Shit Im going to cum down your throat bitch. Fuck your dads a fucking fag, homo taking your cocks. Len was moaning. The room was full of moans and groans as well as yelling as the fuck fest continued. I heard someone else groaning about cumming then someone. She gave Ellen a quick, sexy smile, then turned gracefully and walked to meet Robert. Her buttocks joggled saucily as she stalked away to the front door.Ellen shuddered, stumbled to the sink, held onto it. She was out of her mind, her entire body on fire, nipples erect, breasts swirling with arousal, clitoris hard as stone, feeling like a tiny, buzzing tube of hot, glowing steel between her wet vulva's deep lips. She stared in amazement down at her right hand, the fingertip... it -had- slipped. Before I could say anything she rushed off upstairs before returning in her usual, more practical work clothes. She laughed and said that was fun wasn’t it?For the remainder of the day there was a lot of sexual tension between us, every time we’d brush past each other in the small kitchen there would be a flirty remark. In the end I had to say something. I told her this had to to stop, I had a girlfriend who I loved very much and this has all got a bit out of hand and we should stop now.. Dust to dust."People were staring at Catherine and Ahmo. Thorne had been spending an inappropriate amount of time at our home. Catherine felt safe with Ahmo no longer on my side and the onus of my father's death clearly on the drug war. She could claim the protection of a fallen hero's widow and get away with what she wanted long enough to leave town. The whispers of abandoning me were of no consequence to Catherine. She put her concern for Ahmo's damaged mind in the face of any one who dared.