What was the point?A Year and a Half Ago: It’s About the JourneyI remember the first night I moved into my trailer. Maddie came out of the house in ...er pajamas and robe with fluffy slippers and knocked on the door. It was easy. For a few days, until I got the trailer stocked and everything moved into it, it was parked in the carport. She brought hot cocoa packets and a carton of milk. The first thing I’d moved into the trailer was my coffee mugs.“So, Dad,” she began. She was using her most. Pinching my nipple so hard that i felt my wetness drip to my legs. I moaned so this encouraged him to drop his camera and grab my right boob. By this time my top is exposed and my nightdress is pooled in my waist. He once grabbed his camera and while his left hand is squeezing my left boob he took a picture. Then suddenly without warning he sucked my breasts. Taking pictures once, twice, I didn't count. I pushed him to remove my nightdress completely along with my panties. I laid in my back and. She nodded in reply and then, a little hoarsely, stated “In for a pound!” Her eyes dropped to the red ass between them, “Does Mickey get a choice?” she asked.Anna smiled, “I think the two of us were the last to be convinced; is that right Michael?”Her son turned his head towards her, still fully bent over and bit his lip guiltily, his face blushing; “The dirty little pervert,” stated Caitlin without any recrimination in her voice.“Indeed,” replied Anna, “stand up please, son.”He blushed even. A fucking erection, to be precise! A true professional, I conducted myself with the utmost propriety after that and we finished the lesson with Lucy giggling all the way home, and reminding me of the shocked expression on my face when she flashed her tits. The days until her next lesson seemed to drag interminably and I eagerly looked forward to our next lesson with more than a little trepidation and, I freely admit, I masturbated several times whilst developing what she had done into an.