I asked her” did dad make love to you last night” she replied “yes. I tried making excuses but that old man. Uhh forget it let’s wait for him ...o leave and I can have my real man with me she smiled again. I slowly lean my head to make a kiss on her buttery lips and suddenly from the hall room my old, ‘can’t satisfy my mom sexually’ Dad screams is breakfast ready?Mom suddenly pushes me and takes the plate while giving me a blink. I watch her ass as she moves. On the breakfast table dad tells that. Roughly, he turned her over on her back and slapped her hard across the mouth. She kicked up at him, narrowly missing his groin with her bare foot. "Peon! Pinche! FLUNKY!" she screamed out at him through her hysterical sobs. He grabbed the top of her smock and pulled, ripping it right off her body. Jill was stark naked, except for sheer panties, which the bearded young man also yanked off of her. She screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands.He flung her hands away and spread her legs. "Yvonne took the mouse and manipulated it as Rob continued fucking her from behind. She gasped and then giggled as she read the content. Peter had addressed her as a 'whore' and a 'stupid fucking cunt'.Most other women would be turned off by such an initial approach, but, knowing his wife's sexually perverted nature, Rob had instructed Peter how to write.Yvonne, exactly as her husband had told Peter, was in fact excited and led on by being treated in that way.Loving husband and wife, still. "Carnage! You want to talk carnage, you little..." He slumped back and his anger dissipated. "Sorry, buddy. It's not your fault, it's these damn Writers. They're gonna work me to death." Don't worry about it." Barry handed the older man a coffee and danish. "Jeez, you do look like shit. What happened?" That mess on Tuesday." Frank gratefully tore a bite out of the danish. "That's why I couldn't come by -- I had to clean up the aftermath from the BDSM scene down the street. Took me all day." He.