"Yeah suck that cock you horny slut" Bruce said. His cock was remarkably hard for someone who had already cum twice. "Lick that slut's pussy." He said...to Sharon. I took a few more shots of the three of them and sat the camera up on the tripod and grabbed the infra red remote control. I zoomed out and with Sharon's wet snatch dripping at me I just had to plug that hole. I knelt down behind her and placed my cock at her hole and pressed the button taking a picture. I took a few more as I pumped. We watched T.V. together, I was lying on the floor near the chair mom was in. I looked over at mom as she watched T.V. and noticed again, she had no panties on and her legs were open some. 10pm came around, I was still laying on the floor, on my back. Mom got up went to turn the T.V. off. She stepped over me, my head. I saw her pussy some. Then she walked back, she did it again. She told me to get ready for bed. So I got up and got ready. I had my t-shirt and shorts only. I took off my boxers.. Again one day he squeezed by breasts and put his finger inside my curdier and massaged my pubic area on top of my underwear which I always wear, though I do not use brassieres, I was angry I did not protest and from some corner of my mind I also started to enjoy it. This continued whenever there was a chance. Slowly I was getting attracted to him, and I found my anger was slowly melting away. When he went on tour brought chudidar material from Kolkata for me and brought sweets for me and. “We’re getting married,” I said softly.“What?” she asked.“Did you just say you two were getting married?” Keith McEachern asked.“Yes, but don’t anybody panic, I have just been asked to play Julius Caesar alongside Cal as his wife.”“But I’m not playing Calpurnia. Tom asked me this morning, but when I told him I wouldn’t be here for the last two weeks of term he said he’d get someone else.”“The sneaky, underhanded double dealing pratt,” I growled, “I’ll get my own back for that.”“Hang on,” Keith.