“That is probably a good idea,” I said with a laugh. I was surprised that I could find humor in the situation. I left her sitting at the table wit... a couple of slices of cinnamon toast and coffee.I went to work by first attaching the trailer to the SUV. Then I drove to the soup kitchen which was part of the homeless shelter. Maxwell was in the parking lot smoking a cigarette.“Maxwell could you give me a hand?” I asked“Sure Deacon, What we gonna do today?” he asked.“We need to pick up a donation. With the baggy smock she always wore, Larry could not tell much about her figure.Lately he had began to have fantasies about her. He sometimes imagined himself fucking her or having her blow him.He began to speculate about what her ass would look like naked or whether she had any tits. He imagined two small cones and a little girlish butt, rather like a teenager's.Something about Asian women he thought. All shy and compliant and willing to please, at least in his fantasies they were and that. ”“Wait, you guys wanted us to have sex with you?”“Yes, Honey, but it was important that you made the first move.”“Come in and join us, Susan.” Dad offered. Throughout that whole conversation, Dad had never wavered one stroke, and kept thrusting into me with all his might. Mom came in, and sat next to Dad’s head. She stroked his hair with one hand, and held my waist with the other.“How does it feel, Baby?” She asked.“Like Heaven crashed onto Earth.” I could feel my orgasm building up.“Mom,. Apparently, it involved screaming and yelling, calling other people names and insulting them, even to the point of physical fighting. I was bewildered and slightly sickened. I thought to myself, “What will these children think when they see this later in life. When they can understand it?”From out of the blue, my name was called on the overhead to report to the guard station. Without explanation, I was cuffed up and escorted from the room. I had established a good rep with the guards by this.