She already had a stream of tears rolling down her cheeks.I got off the bed, went over to the chair where she was sitting, put my arm around her shoul...er and moved her towards the bed. We both sat down on the edge of the bed. My arm was still across her shoulder. She put her head on my shoulder and we sat there silently for a few minutes. A few moments later we heard her parents walk up the staircase. That’s when she got up and walked up to the door and then walked up to the 2nd floor with. " Long says walking off to general confusion until eyes turn back to the action in the ring.Brooke stands in the middle of the ring ordering the two Divas to disrobe so the match can start. Layla still fuming at the change of referee to someone who was fired a few months ago. Layla quickly unties her robe, pulling it off. Her bikini is black with silver ties, the top easily covering her large boobs and the bottoms also do a fine job of covering up Layla's big booty. The British born Diva is. " Susan's eyes widened as she suddenly realized the relationships. She grinned and continued, "Of course! Andy Taylor, I'll bet you planned it! It would be just like you, too. Imagine! Your son marrying your granddaughter."Andy's head just nodded rapidly up and down. Then with an impish grin that would have looked perfect on Caitlin she added, "Isn't it neat?" It sure is, but how many children are there? How many counting Johnny?" Andy grinned, held up four fingers, stuck out her tongue and. I thrust back at the finger and the whole situation had me close to cumming. I knew I was beginning to make an "O" face, but I didn't care. I heard the click of a shutter as my seated friend took my picture. The thought of him beating off to it later started my orgasm. The finger inside me, the vibration of the tracks, and the perv photographer in front of me combined to make me cum hard. I looked down and saw that I had squirted a little. I laughed to myself, just one more fluid to add to.