" I began"Please do not argue with me. Eventually the chafing will start to bleed. And you know what blood attracts" I couldn't argue with his logic. ... managed to yank the drenched material over my breasts, down past my waist and off the end of my legs. Mark beckoned for him to pass it to him. I did so and he began to rip it in half. "What are you doing?" The sun is getting higher. We are going to shade our heads with it."I nodded in agreement. I was really glad I was with him. Although he was. He was certain now that there was some kind of mistake. He sounded quite sure of himself when he declared, "There's been some sort of mistake. We don't owe anyone any money. You must have the wrong Jon Roberts." There was a mistake, Mr. Roberts. You and your wife made it a couple of weeks ago when you damaged my employer's car and then left the scene of the accident." But it was just a little scratch! I mean..."Jon realized he'd made a mistake. He'd admitted to damaging the car. It was too late. Surprisingly their bedroom door was open about 5 inches and I could peek inside. Leaning against the hallway wall I could see their reflection in the dresser mirror. I was situated where I had an unobstructed view of their bed, lengthwise. There was my dad, laying back with pillows stacked behind him. As he lay there, my mother was between his legs, almost off the bed, her mouth slowly licking and sucking dads cock. Her breasts hung low under her, her nipples sometimes grazing the mattress. One. After a minute or two T pulled out of the gasping mouth of Sam and told Liz to get on all fours so he could fuck her from behind. Liz jumping at the command was in position in a second and before Sam could even process what was happening T began fucking his sister with a fiery intensity."Yeah that's a good whore. Take my cock deep and hard bitch" T growled as he pounded Liz's tight teen pussy before slipping his thumb deep into her tight ass."FUCK!" yelled Liz."Shit are you ok?" asked T.