I could see things starten to glissen. I was relived, you where horny too.You see, husband? Your wife is a slut....you see her wet pussy? Svollen clit...too....? They pulled your ass cheecks apart.....the younger one leaned over you, and I could see he slowly dripped some spit...and it landed between your ass cheecks, and slowly down to your ass....the older one took a finger, wetness from the spit....and startet to gentle play with your hole.I knew this was not your favorite game, and, as. While I kept squeezing my brain repeatedly thinking about the sequence of events again and again, my mother stepped in after gently tapping the door. Her saree was wrinkled while her blouse exposed he bra strap on the right shoulder. She sat beside me on the cot and glared at me tilting her head. I reciprocated her stare as I was fuming inside and thought of even asking her how she dared to sit close to me after the preposterous act she had committed.“I know you are shocked,” She spoke gently. Callia burst out laughing and earned a dirty look from Gray. ‘What were you saying?’ Callia wanted to know. ‘I don’t know!’ Gray exclaimed. ‘She just said I was being annoying.’ ‘Callie nearly kicked me out,’ Cooper said with a grin. ‘Literally. If it hadn’t been for Mason crowning at that exact moment, which is insanely uncomfortable, I would have literally gotten off of that bed and kicked at Cooper until he’d left the room,’ Callia remembered with a grin. ‘Go back in there, and when you do,. . " The story got a bit muffled after that point, and I wasn't really listening anyway. Earl had maybe once briefly been a foster child of a relative who was actually adopted... but the lineage linking him to Anson's sort of step-sister got lost in translation. All these sort of details drive me crazy. None of it mattered. I was in that car.Come Sunday morning I couldn't sleep with all the racket Laura and her mom were making. There I sat, grouchy, a newspaper to distract me and a cup of coffee.