”She stuck her tongue out at me. “Oh, yeah?”“He’d appreciate how you pay so much attention to your nipples. Does it feel good when you touch...them?”She kept stroking the brick red points. “Mmmm.”“He’d like you to rub your flat tummy.”Her hands moved downward spreading the soap.“Then he’d love to watch you wash your pussy.”With her right hand, she slipped the soap between her thighs and rubbed herself until her muff was covered with suds. She dropped the soap and let her fingers take over.“Take. We do know this," he said as he pulled out two more photos.I looked at the first picture, it was a clear field, and the second had two motor homes and dozens of trailers loaded down. Looking up at him, I asked, "So first you have an empty field, and then one filed with vehicles." No, it's the other way around. This was taken at the same time as the picture with the body. The second was taken the next morning and all the trailers, the motor homes, were gone, along with all the SWAT vehicles that. "Wait a minute!" she said when she came up for air. She got up and turned to face him, straddling his legs and sitting down on his lap backward, facing him. "There that's better!" She put her arms around his neck and they resumed their passionate kissing.Tyler wasn't about to argue with her decision, feeling her sitting on his lap was wonderful and having her pressed against him made his young cock as hard as the oak tree that shaded their park bench! And apparently, his "condition" didn't go. Just then, the bedroom door opened behind them. "Hey, Mela? Are you in here?" Tony?" Carmela asked."Daddy?" said Meadow."Ohmygod." said Peter.All three of the lovers' heads quickly turned in the direction of the door to see Tony Soprano walk in through the door. They saw him pause in mid-step as he took in the scene before him, and his mouth drop open in shock. Peter saw the look in Tony's eyes and knew that this was his cue to exit the scene.-Now-Peter propelled himself down the hall faster.