Originally Posted by twowide
Not sure of the Category of these 2 linked Episodes, but here goes.
Since the In-Laws are at the point of moving house, I call for a last cuppa. Apparently, her Mother has a "serious heart complaint", so she'd sold her house and moved-in with them. But they have then used her money to Pay-Off their Mortgage, so still need his 70+ year old Fathers weekly £20 to meet their needs. I can see him sat in his special, low chair at the side of the Bay Window, so as I enter via the side door, I open the front room door to my left. Dad is sat, legs splayed wide, with tall, buxom Daughter-in-Law kneeling between them. Their noses are touching. The straps of her Summer Dress are down her arms, bra visible, both his hands buried deeply inside as he massages her tits. Her hands are vigorously manipulating his groin. Her 70+ mother is sprawled on the sofa, one leg stretched out, the other dangling, her skirt up round her waist, her right hand deep within her crotch. Head back, she's gasping. Suddenly, I grabbed by the arm and dragged into the Kitchen. The Brother-in-law effusing about their New House as he starts to brew coffee.
A couple of years later, I'm at the Far Side of Town. Suddenly "taken-short", I call at their New Dwelling for relief, seeing Father-in-Law sat in the Bay. Upstairs, as I enter the loo, her Mother emerges from her "Granny-Flat" in a housecoat and slippers, walking with the aid of a short, knobbly-handled stick. I spend some time there, nodding on leaving to my Brother-in-Law, who's working on his PC in the small study bedroom. I go down, opening the door to the Front Room. Dad is sat splay-legged, his trouser fly's folded back. Daughter-in-Law is sat on the floor, her legs wide about his chair, naked save for her dress which is gathered round her waist. Her nodding head is buried in his groin, her hands holding his knees apart. Her Mother is stood by his side, her coat wide open. She's totally naked, her left arm resting behind his back. He's vigorously jabbing her knobbly walking stick up between her open legs, his head tilted back, his tongue extended. She gasps loudly, leaning in for a kiss. Brother-in-Law grabs me from behind, but I spot the pile on Bank Notes on the Coffee Table before he slams the door and drags me off for a cuppa.
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