At least Flavius was panting like a dog in heat and his dick was so erect it was nearly glued to his chest. The older woman’s palm slid up and desce...ded on the underside of his helmet head, drawing out a threatening river of precum that dug damp ditches in the soapy water, like honey through Greek yogurt. And Flavius probably would have lost it right then and there, if Michelle hadn’t stopped suddenly to ask us to turn our backs to her.The mulatto youngster turned around and bent over, exposing. I don’t want my gown to be any more wrinkled than I can help.’ She stood up and let her skirt fall into place and paused to let him have one more look at her. ‘Wait. Put your veil back on! I want a picture of you.’ She did as he asked, and he took several shots with and without the veil. ‘Now, hold the skirt up.’ ‘Oh, for heaven’s sake, Frank! This is indecent!’ Nonetheless, she shortly was posing with her skirt up above her triangle of hair, smiling impudently at her lover. ‘Come on, Frank,. . ' she did not complete the sentence.'What had you planned' asked her son fondling her hair.'Do you see the blouse I am wearing' asked his mother?'Yes, it is only held by these thin strings' he said holding the cords in his hands. 'Yes, and I am not wearing anything else underneath it' she said.It took some moments for Suresh for the words to sink in and when he got it he asked 'you wanted to go top less?''Yes, and reward you with its sight' she replied.'What sight' asked her son?'The one. ’ She groans almost as much from fear as from pain and whimpers, ‘I … I don’t know anything .. please.. don’t hurt me.’ She whimpers as she sees the cold, evil smile quirk the corner of his mouth, tangled in her own thoughts she thinks how she would have wanted to kiss that mouth in another time and place … then a blazing realization… he’s enjoying this .. she won’t be spared! He sees the realization in her eyes and laughs, a frightening sound, and backhands her, speaking softly in a cold voice.