Sandy spontaneously leaned back and kissed me, and I kissed him back. The toy was about ready, so I fondled his erection over his shorts for a moment,...and he got the idea. He levered his bottom off my lap long enough to slide his shorts to mid-thigh, revealing his hard penis. I was only wearing boxers, and as he lowered his warm, bare bottom back to my lap, I know he could feel me between his cheeks. I offered him the toy. He looked surprised. “You’re not going to do it?” “You do it.” I put. He was 47 years old.My mother was a housewife 44 years old. Even though she is in her 40s she does strenuous work. So she maintained a great figure with fair skin. Ours was a middle-class family. Our house was far from the village. An isolated one except for a small house near 100 meters, surrounded by wasteland.My father was a typical middle-class man and a hard worker, who leaves to farm by 7 am and return only by 7.30 pm. He brought me up by telling not to get involved in any violence and. Instead of merely slapping Mickey's head with her thighs, she actually locked her legs around his head and then pulled his upper body off the bed as he make jabbing moves with his tongue into her vaginal opening.Caitlin and I watched from the bed as Mickey reached both arms forward, grabbing Hanna's breasts and pulling and twisting them with a pseudo intensity. Hanna was shaking her head from side to side, uncontrollably. We just watched, silently.Eventually Hanna relaxed her leg lock on. "This sucks," she declared, and reached for the radio again.This time I slapped her face with a deft backhand that left a red mark on her cheek. The CRACK was louder this time.Cindy was stunned. Neither of my parents ever hit us, not even spankings when we were little. She sat frozen, gaping at me, mouth wide open. I'd just wheeled the car onto the main drag when she finally got her voice back."YOU CAN'T HIT ME!" she screamed, in that fire alarm voice that always set my jaw on edge. "Y-you --.