Mike had a perfect view through the small aperture. His mother lay onher back; her skirt hiked up and her legs wide apart."Come on; do me Steve, we d...n't have all day!" she demanded.Steve stroked and rubbed Mike's mother through the translucent fabriccovering her privates; he must have been hitting all the right placescreating the most wonderful friction Mike thought as he rubbed hissister's panties on his cock. Then Steve lowered his head and began tolick his mother, it must have felt. From me. Smirking as he put the two and two together, he wiped the water from his eyes. Anxious Suki = comfort from Dillon. Perfect.Self-satisfied, Dillon grabbed the soap he began washing down his body - cleaning the red, caked on remnants of the night away. As he watched the red tinged suds disappear down the drain, he decided he’d not be able to do the same with his shirt. That was now a prize that contained Suki’s DNA and deserved special treatment. He’d take it to bed with him - holding it. She was laying across the bed and was wearing a black lace bra and thigh highs. her arms were covered in black shear sleeves that looped through her thumbs. She was smoking a joint. One of her legs was pointed toward me, her other knee was pulled up, her heel digging into the messed up sheets. Her pussy was dripping cum. In the most natural action possible I slid across the bed between her legs, sliding my hands under her firm bare ass and scooping her towards me, I buried my face in her cum. K.’s, though she didn’t know much about that event. Her dad liked to brag and tell stories, but he rarely ever spoke about his time as a prisoner of the Knights. Whatever had happened, she knew it still haunted him to this day. Becky must have remembered her treatment by them as well.Shelly thought about pointing out that there wasn’t much her dad could do. He was no longer the Generator. For all intents and purposes, he was a normal human. He wasn’t exactly weak, but he was literally.