"I thought i heard the door." she said.She stood infront of me, she had just done her hair and make-up ready to go out but was still just wearing her ...ressing gown, and showing alot of cleavage.She went on to explain that my mum had gone to see her lawyer, and that she was going to meet her and take her out for a drink to cheer her up. All the time she was talking my eyes were fixed on her beautiful big tits. I hadn't noticed that the bulge in my jeans was so obvious, but Teresa had.She made a. “My camera flash is very good. This will do.” I assured her.“What do I wear first?” She inquired.“First snap will be you fully clothed. You look fantastic in anything. I think western casuals – what you wear mostly is fine. Even what you are wearing now is fine. May be you can change the top to a button up shirt, where you can just leave a few buttons undone.” I suggested.She went to her wardrobe, stood there for a while choosing her clothes. And came back with a black sleeveless shirt. She. It had been dangerous, what I did last night. Dragging the k**s out of bed so that we could have a threesome together while their father slept. If he had heard us, or for any reason gotten out of bed and checked on either of them...Perhaps one day, after many years of feeling him out, I would be able to tell him about everything. I would have to wait until my mother died, or else he might try to talk to her about Daddy and I. I couldn't chance that. I didn't want the poor woman to have those. Almost like a gymnast, Carl balancing on his right leg, cock in anus, lifted his left foot up and put it on Petra’s face. Not to be outdone, Petra grabbed Carl’s foot and shoved his toes in her mouth and sucked them. Carl could now sense that feeling every man knows. The point of no return was upon him. He removed his foot from Petra’s face and put it flat on the bed. He then began to fuck Petra hard, fast, in different directions; each thrust giving him a higher high. Petra now groaning and.