The way the sun fell on her really made her glow. I was a little surprised she didn't duck away when I pointed the camera at her. Most women do that. ...'d seen her do it many times."You get so absorbed in your photography. It's really fun to watch!" she said.I felt my face get hotter and knew I was blushing. "I do really like photography. It is a way for me to extend the feelings I have being here beyond my heart and soul and lets me relive the experience later at home."I couldn't remember a. Eventually he wore her down, got her to bed. She described the sharp pain of losing her childhood, the angst after he came in her. She’d been seeing him for six months now. “That must mean he loves you” offered the brother.“I don’t know, he always wants to have sex but he still won’t say he loves me.”He paused before answering her, “Stop, don’t do it until he says it. If he loves you he will beg and plead, maybe even cry. He will do what he can to show it. If he doesn’t love you, he’ll drop you. .es” she cried while still trying to keep quiteMy cock explode deep inside mom’s pussy, squirt after squirt shot up my shaft making it jump and twitch inside her. Her pussy gripped tight around my shaft milking it in spasms as she came. We stood locked together like some dog and bitch in heat, draining her son of his seaman. I pulled out not knowing how much bending over my mom could take but she sank down on to her knees and sucked my deflating cock clean.Pulling mom back on to her feet she. That first time watching my mother and father masturbate themselves right in front of my eyes I remember, so clearly, the room was full of sex smells, of fresh spunk and wet pussy, that wet sound you get when someone masturbates mingled with the sound of three people loving themselves whilst and watching the others loving themselves too, the taste of my own juices, sometimes, I try to remember some of the things I have done or seen without looking through my diary, but it is like singing a song.