As they continued. I heard mom’s voice from inside the house. God! What was she doing? She was calling for aunt Elsa. She must have noticed her miss...ng. Even they heard her voice.Aunt: Honey, I think it’s Julie calling.Uncle: Yeah, I heard it too. Do you want me to stop?Aunt: No! Keep going…They continued to fuck. Suddenly mom opened the door. She struck her face inside. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening.Uncle: Ahhh! Ahh.He came into aunt’s pussy as he saw the door opened.. Graham:Well, I'm learning to never think that life is predictable or that it's routine or that you've got it all figured out. I had another lesson in that when Erin came home that evening and we were having a glass of wine as dinner cooked."You know my Danish friend, Greta, at work? You've met her." Oh, hon, how could I ever forget Greta, those legs and that long blond hair. Oh, and those pink, pink lips." Yes, yes, down, boy. Oh, I don't know if I dare tell you what we talked about at lunch. The four days that followed before friday night where busy enough that Sam wasn't even a gentle ember in my thoughts.It was nearing midnight when I finished my walk home.The front door was already unlocked. I paused. Reaching into the archives of my mind I rummaged about for the right memories. I thought I had locked the door on my way out, but was I sure?My spare key on the kitchen table was the first clue that somebody had been in my apartment. With a will of their own, my eyes darted about. She took her position, one leg slightly behind her, free hand on buxom hip, and raised the vicious cane above her head. She looked at me again whilst in this position to ensure she had my full attention, Blanche held my head back to make sure I took it all in."I want you to think of those girls you caned." Without further ceremony, Arabella brought the cane whooshing down with no mercy. The gimp wailed like a girl as the woman that owned him cut the air and then his backside again and again.