Comics and cock books had been all that I had read previous to meeting her.She would take me around Munster's museums and art galleries, discussing th... paintings and sculptures, and all that sort of stuff; I tried my best to appreciate what she saw in these objects, but it was all a bit beyond me.Annalise even got me to listen to classical music, mostly Beethoven and Mozart. It was the first time I had heard these great composers, and I became a fan of both, and thanks to her tuition, quite. ”“I met him this morning,” I said. “He’s ... normal. I mean, he makes no bones about what his job is and how seriously he takes it.”“If you can do it without being obvious, look at his shoe,” Chris said.I gave my shoulder a good pop and looked downward for a moment. Then I looked questioningly at Chris.“Is that... ?” I asked.“A mirror,” he said.“That’s pretty fucked up,” I said. I had read stories about what guys with mirrors on their shoes were doing. They were used in public places to look up. It occured to me that Dana was tasting her daughter's pussy that still lingered on my dick. The thought made my dick jump back to life. It was all the rest I needed and my cock was ready to go again. Dana straddled me and guided me inside of her supple body. She leaned back and moaned as I went deeper and deeper inside of her. She put her hands on my chest and slid her hips back and forth as though she were riding on the leather of a bucking saddle. Her lips purred louder and louder - and just. .all three of us naked, and enduring what appeared to be Margaret's anger. She sat down on the bed and said to Pat, "Were you just jacking off, or were you going to screw me?" He was visibly shaken, and stammered some kind of a reply. She then turned to me saying, "And I see you are armed with only your hard cock...what was your plan?" Before I could reply, she gave a half-smile, and said, "I know both of you are young and curious, and it's not wrong to be, but as the woman of your interest, I.