Thus, the light and motion began to delineate some formof day. Too many to count and no way to determine duration, but onward hewent in this new rout...ne.*********************There was light. It was different, he could not process the differenceyet, but something was definitely not normal. He opened his eyes andthere was something there. Panic and rapid breathing followed. Morepanic, he could feel his chest moving up and down, other sensationsquickly followed. This was too much, he. “Marky!” the two year old shouts when he sees Mark and runs at him with arms wide open. I always marvel at how close they’ve become. Mark is also the only man in his life and their love for each other is amazing. As I break my gaze from their embrace I notice my tee shirt and gasp out loud. Mark immediately turns to see what’s wrong. I’m rarely without a bra but today is the exception. The combination of white and his soaking wet chest proves to be too much for the fabric. Looking back at us in. Again, I could see her perfect, in my eyes, boobs - free from any restraint or cover. I made a move, to raise up and try to touch her, but she pushed me back. Wait – sit down! She then grabbed my trousers and tried to pull them down. When I had opened the top button and the flyer, so off they went. I was sitting there in my boxers, with a significant tent up front. Anny looked up at me and smiled, stood back up, then started to sway her hips and caressed her hips, ass and front, outside of. Steele reached around her, cupped a hand over her mouth, and lifted her up once again by the waist. He climbed down the porch steps. Tilda screamed into his hand. He felt a jolt. A tingling. Like her body had turned into an electric eel. Another one.Zzp. Zzp. Zzp.Tilda screamed into his hand. Her breath hot. Her body squirming. Legs kicking. Steele stepped back onto the porch. The jolts stopped. Tilda went limp in his arms. Silent. Eyes closed. He sat her on the rotting redwood. The tutu part.