As she had turned away that thought had screamed through his brain. Sure she made an effort to keep up her end, every two days like clockwork but even...that had ceased to keep things going as every sex act devolved into a scheduled transaction, lacking passion or closeness. Twenty years of trying to make it work and she had dismissed him like an irritating fly. He was still amazed. If he had done what she did, she would have cried and yelled about how he just wanted to hurt her and running away. Sweat rolling down my face, pussy juice leaking from around the bottle. I was so weakened I couldn't even pull the bottle from inside me. As I lay there, I glimpsed over towards the doorway. Mom was bent forward, dad behind her slowly fucking her, never taking his eyes from me. Mom was rubbing her clit, being supported by dad's hands holding her tit's. Soft grunts coming from her lips each time dad bottomed out in her. They could see I saw them, yet made no effort to stop or leave. Right there,. More

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