Can't even speak though. Sorry."I leaned in a pressed my lips onto hers. Her eyes didn't close, her lips didn't purse. They were just soft, warm, and ...ccepting, and her breath tasted sweet as honeyed flowers. She whimpered this little half-gasp, squeaky little whimper, as though overwhelmed with awe all over again. She still didn't close her eyes, and neither did I. We just pressed our lips together and gazed, tasting one another's breath.Then I reached out with my tongue and softly, gently. In April, Dad had scouted around San Jose State and found an eight-plex apartment with six units that would be empty by May 22. Dad rented all six units. He also put a reservation on a seventh unit when it came available June 1. They were one-bedroom and small, but they were close to San Jose State University, low cost and comfortable. The owner had built them for graduate students. We had to provide furnishings. The bedrooms were so small they could only have regular double beds. Dad, Adam,. I licked her in both places for the first time and it sent a shiver through her. I stood and started on her pussy. I pushed in to the hilt and her wetness coated my cock. The bed bounced as I speared into her and at the end of each thrust she yelled into the pillow. I came out of her pussy with her juices slathered over my cock.I approached her at an angle. I bent my knees to position the knob of my cock on my mother’s asshole. Her honey on my cock was enough to ease the initial insertion. Mike – “See I knew you were a smart girl.”I took off my panties and went back to pose for him.He got his camera and took more pictures. After a few minutes of standing he asked me to move over to the couch. He moved my clothes out of the way and instructed me to lay back. He started taking some pictures. Then he told me to look up at the ceiling but I guess I wasn’t doing it right. He walked over and posed me by moving my hands behind my head and draping them over the end of the couch. Then.