"As Bob and I turned to the ladies to get their take on things, we found them petting each other's bare thighs. Their hands disappeared beneath their ...kirts as they spoke softly to one another with their lips only millimeters apart. It was clear that they were getting along famously, but I wasn't sure that our daughter's living room was the place to do so."Ladies, I think that this sort of activity should be shelved for a more appropriate place and time. We wouldn't want our family to see you. She could not see it because its once pristine blue-white energies have been corrupted into purple-black. She stares until she discerns slim tendrils winding down the length of the line which pulse and swell like the blood vessels of some Lovecraftian horror.Something else is wrong. She does not see it but senses it, as if the act of Projection has given her an insight beyond her normal perceptions. When it falls into place in her mind, her eyes widen, and she draws in a gasp which she lets go. After a few minutes she started her deep throat routineon him. I knew if he was anything like me, in about twominutes he’d be done. Well, he started pounding intoher mouth with long deep thrusts. As he was about tocum she pushed a wet finger up his butt. He came inbuckets and she wasn’t wasting a drop, swallowing itright up as he gave out a loud groan.Just then Mike called up from the bottom of the stairs,“Fred you up there? You’re missing the game.”Sarah whispered. Cindy’s gal pals would never understand why she would submit to such an old man… and her parents even less so, but she enjoyed sex in what ever form she could get it – and she enjoyed the monetary benefits even more.She knew the old man for a very long time, since she was knee high to a grasshopper. He was always nice to her, and never treated her in a c***d-like condescending manner. He also never tried to take advantage of her, and perhaps that was the reason she agreed to be here this.