I crossed into their backyard and walked right to their kitchen door. I didn't knock; I simply opened the door and walked right on in. That's when I s...w them.They were bent over the kitchen table.Well actually Mike was the one bent over the table. Beth was bent over Mike fucking him hard, really hard. She was wearing huge strap-on dildo that looked more like the business end of a baseball. A loud slap-slap-slap thundered in the room as hip met butt and the dildo disappeared into Mike's ass. “Do you what you want.” “Richie, it’s not about what you want, or what Drew wants. It’s about what your father wants. These are his wishes, his decisions, about his life. Are you okay with that?” Beccah asked. Richie stood and headed for the door. He turned back to them and said, “I’m going to have to be, aren’t I?” He left the room, slamming the door behind him. “Doctor, please make sure my dad’s not in any pain, okay?” Drew asked. “I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I thought anything. I slid my hands and arms under her shoulders and grasped the top of them. Holding her, keeping her from scooting away I plowed deep into Rhonda's up turned rectum. For about twenty minutes I plowed into her like a man possessed till I filled the rubber with my baby making fluid. We cling to each other while I emptied out my testicles of man spunk. When I ha my cock settled down from throbbing in Rhonda's cunt she pushed me up. I pulled from her stretched butt hole, Rhonda took hold of my cock. ”Bobby stood up and Gator enveloped him in strong arms.The salt shaker lifted, but Eric said, “No. Not the salt. Bring me the Crown Royal.”“Which one is that?” asked Bobby.“Top row, third from the left,” said Eric. “Squatty little bottle.”The bottle lifted, and gracefully drifted to the table, landing right where the salt had been.“You want me to get you a glass, too?” asked Bobby. “I’ve never poured anything, but I could try.”Eric let go of him and sat down. He looked flustered.“I see why.