She was trying hard to hide it. I asked what happened. Did I say something wrong? Why are you crying? Please don’t cry….Even I know why she was cr...ing, I felt bad. I tried to sweep her tears. But more I console her. More she was crying… I don’t know what to do… suddenly she kept her head in my solder and started crying heavily. I didn’t say anything. I understand what was happening to her. I kept my hand moving from head to back on her long hairs. I did so many times. But she was crying and. "Yes!" I praised as drool and saliva spilled from her mouth.I pushed in again. When I pulled back out, Caitlin coughed loudly."Great! Fucking great!" I said.I entered Caitlin's mouth again. Damn, it was good! I pulled out."I thought you had to go to the bathroom," I said."I can't." Why not?" I asked, knowing damn well why she couldn't.Caitlin teared up.I said, "You need to learn to relax. You're going to sit here getting your throat fucked until you go pee. I'm okay with it if you want to sit. "You're sure jumpy this morning. Are you nervous about something?"She felt his eyes staring at her knees, and with a little gasp, she realized they were spread apart. She clamped them together tightly, then heard her son laugh low in his throat. But the instant she clamped her thighs together, the pressure set up a hot tingle in her cunt. She relaxed, then, to her horror, she saw that Rich was peeking between her legs.Her legs refused to move, and she placed her hands on her thighs to close. ’ Melissa smiled at the analogy and asked Psyche ‘Do you want to put it out of its misery?’ Psyche shook her head and said ‘I told you before we cannot shoot it. We will just have to wait for it to die.’ An electronic beeping in the hamper invaded the sounds of nature and Melissa opened the hamper and took the cell phone out. Opening the flap she answered ‘Melissa here.’ Harold’s voice replied ‘Hi, sweetheart. Did you two find the Dalls? Would you like me to come there?’ ‘No its okay Harold, we.