We brought both to the house where your father woke briefly. He was in great pain, but he spoke clearly, asking me to send his fondest regards to you....Soon after, he felt a great headache and fell into unconsciousness from which he never woke again.We had to hold the funeral today, and I took it upon myself to issue the invitations and to thank those who attended in your name. Your father’s solicitor, Mr. Chalk, has been a great help during the preparations. He is acting as the de facto. He was powerless to move as he felt the heat of his dad pressing against his arse cheeks and suddenly felt a tearing burning pain as his virgin arse hole was raped by his dad's hard cock.As his father fucked him he set the pace for Mark's fucking of his mother's cunt. His father whispered into Mark's ear that one day soon he would get to fuck his mother's arse just as his dad was doing to his. Mark's excitement mounted rapidly and he was soon spurting deep inside his mother's soaking wet cunt.. She handed me her key kissed me on the lips then left. I took a little time to myself too after that big breakfast, then I took a walk around the place for a while. As I walked I noticed almost the black men had at least two girl with him and all different races. When I got back I checked to see who I would fuck next. I decided to go with a Japanese girl. I never been with a Japanese girl before. When she took her white robe off she had some big ass tities and a juicy fat ass. Wow they really. Suddenly, her tea was too warm for her, the flavor too bland. She needed something stronger, something to help her loosen up. She meticulously washed the teacup out by hand in her kitchenette, staring at the foot of her bed, across from her mirror.Not yet. She opened her fridge, pulling out the bottle of merlot. She smiled as she poured it, feeling her pussy getting moist already. It was a ritual, a familiar one, her Pavlovian response kicking in. Merlot was her weakness, a single glass.