If Abigail actively desired sex, she would be pumping me, working my erection to full hardness. But the single tug was an honest question about my des...re. If I responded with interest, Abby would actively work me with her mouth and hands and then position herself for entry, lying on her back with raised legs or kneeling on all fours and lifting her rump for me.But it had been a full day of work and prayers for me, and even without orgasming into Michal I was sated. After a moment the hand left. “Morning, Peter. Your wife is asleep on the couch where she passed out last night,” she chuckled if slightly disapprovingly.“I did offer to carry her up, but Brian said not to disturb her, after the power went out” I replied.“I know, I suspect he’s the one who put the moustache on her with marker pen too,” Wendy giggled.“I’ll catch hell for that,” I chuckled.“Serves her right for not beating a retreat when she over indulged,” Wendy replied.“She rarely does except, when with family,” I said. Silently begging.She cries out as he shoves a pair of fingers up her wet twat. Orgasming almost instantly.As she settles down he shoves her to the floor. The rough handling just turning her on more.“Suck it mother. Suck your son’s dick. Suck my cum right out and drink it up.” He orders.She pulls off her shirt and eagerly leans in. Her big tits brushing his thighs. Tasting her son’s pre-cum as she takes his dick in her mouth.She fondles his balls as she sucks. If he is anything like his father. As we paused in front of the bar, Alli looked down at my raging erection before taking me in her hand and squeezing me. “You seem to be incredibly turned on by all this!” I snorted. “Huh! So says the woman with nipples that could cut glass!” She looked down at herself, as if to confirm my observation, before she shrugged. “I am. I won’t even pretend, Davey. I’m so damned horny right now I feel like I’m trembling with it; if I don’t come – and soon – I think I might explode.” I didn’t respond to.