It was Jodie and she was drawing them slowly apart. Susan could not see her eyes but imagined them as burning and glistening like coal even in the lig...t coming in through the window. She had wanted her revenge and she was getting it, getting it a thousand- fold."Look at it, Stitch, you kin fuck her here. She'll like it. It's a tight little asshole," Jodie crooned on, building the imbecile's passion to a point where she knew when it burst, it would burst into a sadistic and crazed violence just. She agreed and raised her skirt to let me get to the hook. I soon had removed it with a small amount of pain. No matter what you do, removing a hook will hurt some. She made little moaning sounds and let me bandage her wound. Soon we were talking like old time fishermen, recounting adventures on the water. The talk took a little different turn when she asked if I had ever had sex while fishing. I was taken aback a bit but blurted out that I once had a girlfriend who enjoyed jacking me off and. I ran to see if Wolf was hurt. He sat up, to my relief. I helped him up as the trainers for Bloomington ran out. Both of their safeties had had their bells rung. They were helped off the field. Coach pulled Wolf off to the sideline so the training staff could check him out. Mike replaced him at tight end.Coach called the same play. I warned Mike, but he saw what happened last time."Down, Set ... HUT!"I was surprised when Bloomington took the bait again. This time Mike was able to get by the. I climbed the stairs and headed down the hall. There was a light on in our bedroom. When I got to the door, what I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. Judy and our daughter, Fran were on the bed naked and in the 69 position. Fran was on top. Judy was eagerly eating our daughters pussy and Fran was fucking her mother with a big plastic cock as she rubbed her crotch up and down on her mothers face.. I stood there watching. They were so into what they were doing that they never noticed that I was.