I started watching the mirror more and at one point June and I made eye contact. We held it for a while, so long I feared that she would crash. It bec...me obvious that she was getting turned on my what was happening about 15 feet behind her. I enjoyed Karen's blowjob for quite a while and made her cum two or three more times before I felt my load coming. I leaned down and warned her, but she just worked a little harder. I was looking right in June's eyes om the mirror as I started to cum. It was. See, here’s that bug in the way my mind works: sometimes I’m just unable to comprehend something until I put it into words. It’s like I'm tied too much to one way of exploring the world: through describing. So imagine: here I am, minding my own business, doing... whatever I was doing at the moment, almost absentmindedly, feeling cozy and relaxed. And then it struck me- that second this tiny voice inside my head posed the situation for me for what it was: a gorgeous, redheaded woman with perfect. . Oh, dear God! What were they going to do to her now? Desperately, she tried to struggle to keep her wits against the powerful effects of the numbing dosage of whatever it was she had taken unwittingly, aware as she was escorted between them that Uncle Milt's big hand was thrust between her naked buttocks and thighs, his thick finger thrust upward into her strangely moist and dilated vaginal passage, the obscene act causing luridly weird sensations to race through her loins and belly with. "Go ahead and take your clothes off, Mrs. Smith, if you would really like to fuck my father. I know he would love to fuck you if he can get it up again."Meanwhile, her daughter is practicing her horseback riding, easing her way into a nice canter. I can almost see the stirrups she is standing in."Just stand beside me while I get fucked, Mama. It will make me feel so much better."So it happened that Mrs. Bejamin Smith stood beside a man her age while he fucked the shit out of her daughter. She.