They looked very much like any other suburban couple.I explained to them about differing therapies that are too detailed and unwarranted for this stor... before asking them a few pertinant questions."Mrs Franklin," I asked, "Do you really want to stop behaving the way you do?"She chuckled to herself in a tone I'd describe as antagonistic. She was not a willing participant. Failure was imminent."I suppose I should," was all she could muster. Her attitude was convincing enough though.I then asked. Dad earned the living and Mom stayed at home and kept house. Mom was one of those women, who let the man do everything. Dad controlled the finances, and ruled the household. Mom was content to let him, so when he died, it was a bit of a shock to discover that my dad had kept a mistress. He had set this woman up in her own house and had apparently bought her expensive gifts. It had drained his resources. Our house was heavily mortgaged, and dad had been in debt. Mom’s only option was to sell the. They smile and say hello, at least. Everyone assumes and imagines the 4 of you in a daisy chain.” I said as I continued to grind on her.“NO, no! We’ve NEVER had any sex between us. We only hang because we have no partners. The rest of YOU all seem to hook up.” She said as I felt her reacting to my bulge pushing between her legs.I knelt up relenting pressure on her. “We have no set couples, just the marrieds. If we hook up, it’s private.” I insisted.“It’s not REAL private, rumor says you’ve. Once there was enough room for her, she crept to the other side of the bed and crawled in. She froze when he gave a snort and shifted in his sleep. When she was sure he was still out, she laid on her side with her face near his hips.She always took the time to admire her dad’s cock whenever she came in. Even in its flaccid state, the member was a pleasing shape. He was about the average length with a bit of girth near the base with an upward curve. The head was a little bigger than some she had.