It seems Bob told my mother he was very taken with her and he wanted to make seeing her a regular thing. We were both naked standing in the kitchen. I...was standing behind Mom and I reached out and patted her lovely bottom."I guess he likes the way you fuck him." I told her. "Mark, he lost his wife some time ago and he is a lonely man that is all." She said. I got the feeling it was really more than that and if Bob continued to see my mother I was going to be on the out side looking in so they. What if Joanna was unprotected because she hadn’t anticipated the possibility of sex.”After we’d demolished the food, we took our time draining the accompanying insulated jug of coffee. Eventually we ran out of excuses to prolong our time together and reluctantly took the elevator down to the hotel lobby.“I’ll handle the checkout,” volunteered Joanna. “If they need us to sign anything, I can write ‘Kafkasian’ more smoothly than you. You’d better give me the prom package receipt in case they ask. I took the straps and tightened them around you, pulling the dildo in until the base was tight against your clit and puffy lips. The dildo seemed to be alive, flicking in rhythm to the throbbing of your internal muscles. “Lube it slave,” you ordered. I reached over and used Madame Alison’s wetness to lubricate the shaft. You paraded in front of the slave, showing the shaft, toying with him, you both thinking that he was the recipient. Madame Alison stood in front of the slave, fingering. About a week down the river from Nankoweap, they camped one night at a place called Backeddy, near Deer Creek Falls. Both Scooter and Crystal had gone along with Andrea and Debby on at least part of the falls hike, doing some artistic poses that were clearly intended to show feminine strength, not feminine sexuality. There were several sessions, usually brief, to take advantage of natural backdrops. It was kind of fun, and in time they began to understand that Andrea and Debby meant what they.