I can make suggestions, plead, cajole, but, in the end, she will do as she wishes. In that way, she is very much like her mother. A woman of spirit, t...at one.’ For a long moment, Marcel gazed into his glass reflecting on his late wife, who had been gone for nearly 10 years. Then, he perked up and smiled at me. ‘Besides, I believe she is waiting for one special man to come calling,’ he said, giving me a wink. I picked up the none-too-subtle hint. ‘And if this one man were to come calling, how. Wyatt stood to the side, a remote for his camera in handCerie smiled and posed through several series of pictures. She turned around, put her hands against the old brick wall, and pushed her backside out. Wyatt smiled and shook his head."Face the camera, squat down, and keep your legs open," he said.She mulled over the requested pose. It was so brazen. All of her charms would be fully exposed to the camera. She shivered as a surge of excitement ran through her. Cerie squatted down and spread. When Hermie, who was a year older than the boys, excitedly took them to the shed and revealed her pussy drooling white stuff and explained how an older boy had just showed her a new fun game to play with their parts, they shared in her loss of virginity with theirs departing too.The new pastime was enjoyed frequently and Hermie always told them about the other boys who she shared it with. She was not the brightest light on the tree nor the prettiest but her burgeoning bosom and easily opened. The cause of the moan wasn’t the water, it was the tongue of her brother as he teased and tantalised her clit and was bringing her rapidly to another crashing climax.Finally it exploded within her and her legs collapsed, forcing Gavin to hold her up until she had a measure of control over her errant limbs again.“My turn now,” Mum giggled as Tracey grabbed a towel and walked with slightly wobbly legs from the shower. “Mmmmm, take your time, Gav, ” she groaned as her son grasped her buttocks and.