.. without the rest and slowness.The erosion, however destructive is nothing compared to the result of the electro magnetic readings from the flyover....he flight crew, done for the day, deposited video camera and roll chart graph in the office drop box and headed for the Boteco for a drink and unwinding. Flights have been shot down before ... it's a wild world, the back country.The 'Save the Rainforest' Foundation, contractors of the flyover, opened the office in the morning, retrieved the mail. Once more her knees had only touched down when he yanked at her hair. "Up! Move it! Don't just fuckin' kneel there." She jumped up, breasts bouncing, realising the nature of his game and powerless to do anything but play it. He slapped both her tits in sharp succession and sent her down with another curt command. And so it persisted. Soon she was scrambling up and down before him, hair flouncing and scattering, breasts oscillating for his pleasure. She was his naked fuck-puppet and the bastard. I added a couple of pieces of duct tape to keep it in place. A minute or so later we headed back to the living roomleaving mom to enjoy her hanging out time and her pussy pal as it started her on the way to what would probably be dozens or so orgasms before the batteries ran out."Honey and I are going out for dinner now Mom, make sure you hang around. O sorry, you dont have a choice do you. Just hang out then Tits." Honey and I discussed our plan for mom in more detail over dinner.Since I was. Her face was flushed and I realized she was sexually excited by the lesbian loving. Claire’s hand was rubbing her thigh with her hand. I wondered if she would be masturbating if she was alone? Did she ever masturbate before? I’m sure everyone has. I started to fantasize about Claire. I imagined Claire naked and her touching herself. I longed to see her big breasts. I tried to concentrate on the video, but kept going back in my mind’s eye guessing what Claire would look like naked. It disgusted.