.. go lower, mmm, yes, honey ... go down ...’I gave an involuntary gasp, followed by a slight splutter as some of the water from the shower sprayed ...etween my half-parted lips. Perhaps, if that had not happened, I might have uttered words of refusal or at least of protest ... but perhaps, too, I might not. I felt quite detached, almost as if I was standing outside myself, as much an observer as a participant in this unfolding scene, and I lacked the willpower to contest the inexorable. Your legs held into place with him firmly behind you sliding his cock deep into your ass and griping your ass cheeks. He leans forward and kisses your neck and reaches around to wank your hard cock and rub your balls as he fucks you deeper and harder. With each thrust his body hits against yours and makes you moan. He then pulls out and you position yourself flat on the sofa with your head hanging low off the edge ready for him to fuck your throat. He holds onto your neck as he slides his shaft. She paused for a moment, and then offered, "I could take them off. Would that help?" Well, we certainly wouldn't have to worry about a flash of white in the shot if you did. It's up to you."She looked around again, then reached under the dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down over the stockings, and off her feet. She looked around for a place to put them, when I said, "Hold them in one hand, and let them dangle from your fingers. I took another series of shots with. “You want me to check that out for you?” he asked.“Sure, thanks Dad.” I went to mom, who was navigating. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, “What was that for, Michael?”“I love you, isn’t that a great reason?” I said.“Sit down Michael,” she said. “Give me a few days, and I will have you over for noodles and chicken. Bring Stu and Isabel with you, why don’t you?”“Sure will, pretty lady.”Coming in from the north like determined who was going home first, and that was Joe Abbott, our First Violist..