So we waded in up to our knees and I held mum against me, with one hand cupped around her crotch. I felt a gush of hot liquid flood over my hand and ...own my legs into the sea, as mum sighed with relief. Then it was back to the sunbeds, until I suggested it was time to go back for dinner. Cocktail first, though, mum said, as she squeezed back into her white mini-dress. So we adjourned to the hotel terrace, where I got mum to sit on my lap, kind of side-saddle, which enabled me to discretely. "Think about it," she said. "It makes you asex offender. Go back, sir. I'll give you a show. I promise. And if I'mever in that trailer they keep talking about, I'll ask for you." Quiet, woman." He pulled her by the hair. He kissed her on the lips. Hehandled her boobs. Then he threw her on the bunk. He pulled at her skirtand panties.He stuck it between her legs.Tesla shifted. She allowed him to penetrate her.He stuck it in, just the tip.Charles closed his eyes and smiled. Then he pulled out,. He grumbled and got up, walking down the hall to the front door. Everystep let out a loud clicking sound on the hardwood floors. He picked upthe pile of letters and made his way back to his desk. Click, clack,click, clack. He sat down, frowning and briefly adjusting his pantyhosebefore he returned to his story."Let's see..." he muttered and resumed typing.'The detective swallowed as his eyes rested on her wide, womanly hips, theslit at the side of her gown showing just the barest hint of her. The house behind them had its lights off, and a hedge along the front path. That looked promising. It was two in the morning. Everyone would be asleep, and would stay that way, if Sophie and Josh were quiet. ‘Hey,’ she said, and walked backwards, pulling Josh with her. Little shuffling steps with her mouth still on his, and his fingers still wetly deep inside her. It was an older house, but tidy, done up with bright-colored paint. Someone had renovated it, Sophie thought. The garden was neat,.