As the son rammed her ass it pushed her cunt down deep on the dad's thick shaft. She was filled with the monster cocks. The two men fucked her for clo...e to an hour without stopping and getting deeper and rougher as the fucking went on. The son would pull his cock almost out then ram it back in all the way which shoved her deep onto the dad's thick cock. When the men finally filled her holes with cum it ran out her holes and onto the bed. Dad then turned her over on her back and told her to lick. We drove home later that night, and had already made an offer. ..."You got it?" I asked, as Melanie and I brought in one of the tables from her old room. A few weeks had passed, and our offer had been accepted. Each of us had bid farewell to our families, with limited details on what exactly our specific arrangement was going to be. It was move in day, and I had never been more excited. "Television and internet up and running!" Hailey said from the new couch in the living room. "Everything. “He said he had to take a dump, which I presume is slang for a bowel movement.” I glanced towards the bathroom door. Harry was, indeed, sitting on the toilet. But he wasn’t moving his bowels, he was furiously masturbating. I realized WHY he was doing that; he’d also been excited by the fight and by what he’d then witnessed his daughter do to me. With no outlet for relief, he had to take things into his own hand.“Another symptom of the adrenaline dump can be sudden bowel movements. I’m sure that. In fact apart from the slight overhang of her soft little tummy, she had a good figure overall, although, sitting there like she was it was difficult to tell, to appreciate her attributes. The normal shapeliness of her breasts was negated by a loose-fitting, light blue cardigan over a floral blouse – house clothes, as was normal when she wasn’t going out, or going to work. But Carol Jackson was the kind that ‘scrubbed up well’, and she could still turn a head or two, attract the odd building.