‘It’s a little more private.’”Alejandra stroked the side of my face. She smiled, her eyes once more laughing.“You’ve been on the patio, Mi...hael. What do you think?”This was getting silly, but if Alejandra wanted to do little side trips on the way to wherever she was going with this story, I was more than happy to go along.“I’d say your mother has an excellent view of the patio, if I remember correctly.”I’d had a complete house tour with Alejandra’s mother, and the tour surprisingly included her. “Come here and kneel down,” she instructed.Em’s moans were being stifled by her Uncle’s fat cock which was now buried in her mouth whilst her grandfather fucked her slowly from behind. Every now and again a kind of deep grunt emerged from her lips as she stopped to gasp some air. I knelt in front of Gail as she raised her feet onto to the table, knees bent, and spread her cunt lips with her fingers.The sight, smell and taste of wet vaginas and hard cocks turned me on so much and I was starting. "Caryn began crying as Mike held her. He comforted her as best he could, murmuring, "She's gone. She's gone. Don't worry." Mike, can she do anything? I mean, what if she calls Deanne?" Caryn asked."Don't worry about that. Deanne would read her the riot act," he said confidently. But another possibility crept into his thoughts. What if Deanne didn't get the call?Mike fixed dinner, and made it a joyous affair. By the time they crawled into bed, Caryn was almost over the afternoon. Mike made slow. He was now tight-lipped and impatient with the confusion of orders and the tangled capital-city chain of command while General McCook seemed relaxed and jovial by comparison.After the introductions and the usual pleasantries, McCook put his big hand on Seth's shoulder and began with, "Ah, so you are the inspector general. I knew Meade was taking in young ones, but this is a bit much."Seth stood dumfounded, mouth agape, but McCook went on with a laugh. "Haven't you heard of General Seth.