Come just as you are, sweetie, Clifford always dresses casual in the evening. Anything you won’t eat?”Our evening was actually a whole lot of fun, not nerve-wracking at all. Honest. Some of the meals I’d eaten at the Szymanski house, when they’d invited an eligible lady along for me to meet, had been rather more formal and stilted, their purpose a little too obvious for comfort. Now that I’d found my own lady, the pressure was off, and we could all open up. The subject of Mel’s past was simply accepted; she told a couple of funny stories about events on set – she’d once done a scene where she’d gone for a massage and been seduced by the masseur, and they’d broken the therapy bed! It had actually collapsed while they were fucking on it! Nobody had been hurt, luckily, and they’d all had a good laugh about it, but the steel frame had buckled when a bolt had sheared, so there was a delay while they worked out what to do. She admitted that the padded bed had been a lot more comfortable. She soaked her finger in her pussy then inserted it up my ass. I don’t know where she learned this trick. She rubbed hard on my prostate. I shot into her mouth. She kept the massage going until, like mom, I collapsed.I woke up in our parents’ bed, next to mom. She wrapped her arms around me in her sleep. Dad had Sue on her back, her legs over his shoulders, driving that meat into her. While pounding Sue, he had a vibrator at work on Sue’s clit. Sue was enjoying a continuous orgasm.I don’t know how dad did it with all that he poured into mom. He came so much into Sue it leaked out around dad’s cock. I stared in rapt admiration of dad’s skill and stamina with women. I admired mom for being woman enough to keep him at home. Sleep brought much needed rest to us.I woke alone with mom. Dad and Sue were showering together. I heard the sound of water and giggles. I turned to mom. She was awake and smiling at me. I asked mom the one thing bothering me.“Why aren’t you and dad ready to kill us.
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