Firstly there's me probably bestdescribed as a poorly endowed wimp. There's my 39 year old wife Sheila,her 59 year old Mother Ann and completing the t...io of females that livein my house my 19 year old Daughter Pam. Finally last but not leastthere's my 18 year old Son Robert, who's small in stature like me andcan sometimes by a bit unruly.My story begins in earnest some 2 years ago when Ann who's a widow begandating black guys. At first I wasn't particularly happy about this,every weekend she. ’ ‘Truth,’ said Tina nodding. ‘Anyway,’ Angela continued, ‘He came over to help you with your math homework and, if you’ll recall, you stood him up.’ ‘I got a little preoccupied,’ Tina said in self-defense. ‘With the basketball team’ Angela said with a smirk. ‘Only three players,’ said Tina. ‘All right,’ said her mother still smirking, ‘Only three players. In any event, Stan sat down to watch TV in the livingroom to wait for you. I was in a bad way that day, maybe at my worst. It was about a. I saw her hand actually lift from the arm of the chair as though she were about to reach out for my dick, but she immediately regained control, switching her glass from one hand to the other instead, and then taking a sip from it as she glanced up towards me as I turned heading over to stand by the railing. I did so, purposely standing off to one side so that she could get an even better view of my prick there beneath the lantern light hanging above me.Looking over, I now discovered she had. You are so kind." At times, yes, but for the moment, would you get the fuck off my husband's prick?!"Sylvia scrambled to comply with this sudden demand. Once out from under John, she climbed out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to clean herself off, temporarily forgetting she was not in her own room. Annetta intervened at this point. "Sylvia? Get yourself back to your own room, if you want to shower. This is OUR bedroom, girl!"Sylvia rapidly exited the bathroom, and scurried to get to her own.