Sammy was moaning and wriggling about on the bed and my wife Amy making slurping noises and she was enjoying it, well they both were, I tried to speak...but all that came out was a slight mumble which was enough to make Amy take her face out of my daughters pussy and look at me, my head started to spin and I started to feel faint, I can explain, its not as bad as you think cried Amy, I started to run downstairs to head for the door and as I opened it I heard Sammy say daddy please come back I ran. Maybe I wanted to learn more about him without getting too much involved in his life. I expected him to tell me about his experiences driving the taxi around NewYork. I did not expect the kind of tale I would be hearing next. He brought back his chair to an upright position and started telling me this strange story. “Berg was almost ten years old when he escaped with his family across the river. They bombed his village for three days. Almost every house in the village was destroyed. Many of his. Sara Mom was taking a few more pictures of all of us. Sara Mom yell at take a break and I get some ice water for you, Oh Boy Yes, we were playing pretty hard and gawd we were all one sweaty mess. Her Mom brought the ice water out, I ask Sandy to pour a little into my hands and I though it on to my face, I said again then I through it on to my breast. Sandy oh gawd me too, Sara and Jenny follow also Sara Mom was taking pics of all of us. We practice for another hour, Sara and Jenny were really. For Mandy, the laying down on Jack's mattress with him, both of then nude, and in heat, was an erotic encounter, out of sequence with what had gone on before. It had the taste of being illicit, and a loss of some kind of innocence. It was at once the excitement of a new love, and the chill/thrill that they might get caught. Even though they were safe, as Harry had given his permission, and she was the parent in real life. But it felt like it was slightly dangerous, with the zing of doing.