My wife and I carried on kissing and touching on the bed, I was as horny as fuck and so was she, I was kissing her neck and feeling her 44DD tits, and...she was stroking my 6 and a half inch cock.Suddenly in the middle of the moment, there was a knock on the door, I got up and opened it slightly as not to reveal my rock hard cock, and it was the barman we'd been talking to downstairs, he was around 30 years old, 6 foot and dark haired.He came in with a tray carrying our drinks, and as I stepped. Then I felt my jaw tighten, my teeth clench when Mom took a step towards the window. I assumed she was going to take her place on the toilet below me like last time and continue the ritual. My entire being was one tight rubber band ready to snap. I didn’t think I could get more rigid, but even as the thought formed, my fingers dug tighter into the wet wood around the window. I could feel the paint cracking under my grip. My other hand froze, locked even tighter around my dick when Mom rested. It was some time later when I came out of my sleep induced coma. Ten to twelve hours at least, my head was thumping from the night before and my body felt like there was still a living entity forcing its way inside me. As an afternoon drifted past, I still wasnt fully awake. It was about five thirty in the afternoon when my dad came into my room. He didnt knock like Id told him too. He just wandered straight in and took a seat on the bed behind me, I was sat in front of him at the time he came. Suddenly Tom sat up and said “ I forgot to tell you, Bully Brannigan is here in town and I think he’s waiting for you. He’s stilled pissed off about you whipping the shit out of him. He was never beat before and he says you took advantage of him being drunk. I’d keep your eyes open ’cause he’s a backshooter.” “Hell, I was just as drunk. He’s mighty strong, but he’s slow as hell. Most of his reputation is from scaring people with his size and beatin’ up other drunks.” “Well, you be careful,.
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