It looked huge to me. I was given some toy to play with in a basin of water, with instructions only to look at what I was doing in the basin, nowhere ...lse. I did not do exactly as instructed, stealing a few quick glances every little now and then, to catch my mom leaning against the old man on his bed, stroking his cock and sucking on it, alternating with twirling her tongue around the huge crimson cockhead while he had his hand under her top and obviously playing with her tits (she was rather. Passionate. I still had some of her juice in my mouth. Pressed it into her mouth. She swallowed without hesitation. I blasted my load. She noticed it, sucked my dick clean and looked at me: “Your turn. Piss on me.”And I stood up. To be honest, I needed some time to pull the stunt. I took me a while before my golden juice met her mouth, ran all over her skinny, totally hair free body. She didn’t mind waiting. Let me drink a lot of water. Played with herself while waiting. Sucked my balls. Nearly. "Don't be a party pooper, Dak," she would chide me after taking a toot, "have a snort and join the rest of us in the twenty first century."I always refused; drug taking had been a court martial offence in the army, and a dishonourable dismissal if discovered. I grew up convinced even one sniff would make me an addict, and wouldn't even take a puff of cannabis.There were other events, not connected to our marriage, which saddened and distressed me during these years. The first was discovering. Frank obeying Sonia, massaged her boobs with long and short strokes. Sonia kept on moaning (ahhhh) and was asking Frank to continue.Frank slowly moved towards her stomach and poured the oil in her navel and inserted his finger to massage her navel. Sonia could not bear this and her pussy became wet after the boob-massage by Frank.Frank slowly moved to her things and started massaging the outer things. Slowly, he moved to inner things and asked Sonia to spread her legs. Sonia, though shy, spread.