Then more footsteps up the stairs toward the master bedroom.I rushed to the spare bedroom and sat on the bed, eyes glued to the big screen TV showing ...mages from all 6 cameras in the master bedroom. In walked my wife, followed by Sarah, then followed by the two men from the night before. I had not seen the men clothed before, they were both wearing jean shorts and muscle shirts. I actually couldn't tell which of them was who with their clothes on. Following the two men into the master. Then she felt her heart drop when she saw the caller.“So nice of you to come here immediately after I called. Feels like I hired a hooker for the night,” she heard her brother-in-law say. She could not respond as her mouth was filled to the brim with his penis. She pushed the dick away for a second and glared at him.“What?” he said absent-mindedly.“Why did you call? Why did you? Damn, we thought we were through with this crap. We were moving on!” she said.“You should have known, though. How. Over the next two weeks, once a week, we would each go into our rooms and masturbate. I would imagine her in every single position. Some days however, we would do it right in front of one another, fucking ourselves into mind blowing orgasms.But none could compare to the real thing.The tension building in my pants made me look forward ever more to the trip. During the agonizing car ride to the airport, I thought I would die seeing Mom in the tight turtle neck straining to not tear under the size. I looked up at her. She stared at me. Immediately realizing something was wrong I asked, “What is it?” Ruth said, “Jeanne just called. Abby's husband, Luther had a heart attack.”“Is he? Is he okay?”Ruth shook her head. “No, he was dead when the paramedics arrived.”“Where?”“He was in his downtown apartment with his two hooker girlfriends.”I stood up. “I need to find Jeanne and Abby.”“They called from the hospital. They told me to tell you that they were going to your house.”“I'd better go.
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