"Having fun?" She saidA chill went up his spine; before he had time to turn around she was on him.She grabbed him out of his chair. She had him in a h...adlock from behind. Theblood rushed back down to his cock making him even harder. Her struggled butshe had it on tight. His legs kicked trying to get out. She punches him in theribs repeatedly."IS this what you do when I away, jerk your puny little cock? Hu do you watchmy muscle and imagine you with me wimp"She punches him harder till tears ran. It’s a normal bodily function.”“So is sleep, which I didn’t get any of last night.”“Okay, you sleep inside in the bedroom with us. On a gaddi on the floor.” Mom said.“Fine.”But that didn’t improve things too much. The next day, my eyes red, I talked to my parents again.“Dad, umm….don’t get mad but you snore just as bad as them.”“What nonsense? I don’t snore!” my dad said defensively. “Not too loudly anyway. If I did snore that bad, your mother wouldn’t be able to sleep either. You are just. So we walked in and were greeted by Frankie. Clad with a huge ring on her left ring finger, this tanned, dark haired beauty’s hair ran down past her shoulder. She was in her late 20’s, 5’8′ tall and had a full, chubby figure – she probably weighed somewhere around the 190 lb mark. Her tits were perfect, my guess was around a 38 DD and her ass was just the way I like it…not small and boney nor huge and the size of Texas . There was the perfect amount of cushion and as she walked in her short,. Before Kyle could say anything, tongue was already all over his chin and neck, lopping up the cum that had missed his mouth.Then we stared into each other’s eyes again. I slowly bent down; my eyes still glued to his, and pulled up my underwear and pants. Kyle did the same, our eyes not leaving the other for a single second. Then we were standing up, both underwear and shorts where they belonged, and we started passionately Frenching again, his arms wrapped around mine and my arms wrapped around.