..my legs were far back now, with mythighs still in the pink criss cross leg wraps, almost parallel to thefloor..my knees almost as far back as my hea..., toes and shoes pointedup at the ceiling....ohh Daddy I'm open, I'm so open for you...He climbed onto the bed in front of me, coming right up to my waitingbody...I felt his enormous cock head at the entrance...he wasbreathing, panting in anticipation..."Tell me what you want, baby girl" he said aggressively, and the wordsjust poured from my. Your inflection is off. It is mostly Canadian, but as I already said, you are not a Canadian, so your northwestern accent is a fake. You’re not military trained, but you found Grace, so you are good at what you do. Your undercover work is better than CIA or FBI. You are an independent who broke away from some other organization and likely still work for them on occasion. There is a chance that you are from the northeast, but there are vernacular habits and inflections from the region that are. "Have you seen everything?" I asked. A dull knock came again. A smile quickly ensued. I couldn't believe that I had actually done this. To allow a son to watch his Mother make love. I wondered what must have been going through that young man's mind as he witnessed our primal acts of lovemaking. I then imagined the two of them making love for the first time. Seeing his hard cock gently ease into Sandra's warm, inviting womb. I then realized that these two would do far more than merely have. I forgot that my security team had an unobstructed view of the beach right where Cindy, Elsa, and I had fucked away a large chunk of the afternoon before falling asleep in a sexual stupor in the warm afternoon. We were all asleep under some palms and naked when Lucas, my head bodyguard, woke me with a concern about some approaching boats. We responded by going up to the house, but any exhibitionist damage had been done long before. The girls were slightly concerned and partly amused by the turn.