I guessed that her target was the mailbox at the end of the driveway. She dropped the nightgown in the grass, took a deep breath which just gave more ...mphasis to her breasts and stepped forward. As she moved forward, so did I. In seconds, I had her nightgown and had thrown it further back where she couldn’t find it easy. I then silently disappeared back into the darkness of my open garage. She walked to the mailbox, pushed her breasts against the warm metal of the aluminum box. Then looking. We eventually threw on sleepwear and made it to the kitchen. Rose brewed a pot of coffee and prepared breakfast. I poured both large mugs as she set a stack of French toast, real maple syrup and warm plates in front of us. We modified our coffee ritual. There were no lids to remove and we had to add cream and sugar at the table, but we both sniffed, sipped, savored and smiled together. Her eyes danced merrily as we faced each across the table, completing our ritual in pajamas for the first. She told the girl to turn around, and all three of them looked at the sweet swell of her saucy ass. Bobby could not keep his hands off Sandra. He moved close to her and felt about her sweet ass cheeks. Joyce was amused by his interest, thinking of how he was always feeling her ass."I think my son wants to fuck you, Sandra " Joyce said. The heat of the day was forgotten during the excitement. None of them were bothered by the temperature now."She's gotta suck my cock, Mom," Bobby said, his voice. He came in the room. OMG the man put something in my coke to knock me out. The motel man looked around he room picking up a stack of photos that were on the dresser, What the fuck went on here he yelled. "nothing sir i feel asleep" I said. Yes you did your fucking slut he yelled tossing me the photos. There were 30-40 Polaroids of me with cum on my face, cum dripping out of my sissy hole, dildos, objects inserted in em. Me in poses. A few of me sitting up on the bed my eyes closed with.