"Play with your wet pussy for me! Do it now." Call ... call me ... a slut!" I panted. I hadn't even known I was going to say anything."You like that?"...Oh God Yes!" Do it slut. Play with your cunt!" This was so much better than in my fantasy. "Rub your wet pussy, you horny little tramp! Show me how well you can play with that cunt of yours ... you SLUT!"I had to switch hands and suck the pussy juice off. Kate was getting into this as much as I was, she wriggled in her seat, rubbing her pussy. She had been spending more time with the man who was theleader of the community. He did not blame her because he was notperforming sexually.I did not ask whether that meant that my mother was committing the sin ofadultery. My father did not say, and how could I press him? He seemedresigned to losing her. But for it to be a church leader stuck me thatthis might be yet another example of hypocrisy in our community.My father said he must accept the end of his marriage because, unlike me,he had. Later, as I reversed my body position I finally get a look at his cock, before licking it clean. Kurt had a forest of hair around his genitals. Although his dick wasn’t as large as some of the other guys in the village, it was, nevertheless, very impressive. The shaft of his dick was thinner than his mushroom knob-head, which was covered by a dark non-retractable foreskin.His tight foreskin overhang extended an inch beyond his glans and was almost black in colour. His huge balls were like none. "We talked for a bit and decided on Saturday afternoon for the big shoot.As we crawled into bed that night Beth reached over and ran a hand up my leg."I heard you talking to Greg. So what did he want?"I told her about our conversation. Or at least what I could remember what with the major distraction she was causing."At least we won't have to put up with the two of you acting like nothing was going on," my lady said with a low chuckle as she reached her destination.WE? My final rational thought.