They ran to the fence and jumped it, tearing off their clothing until they were naked. The tree men were all of Mexican decent, about forty years old,...and built in the typical stocky fashion of a 5ft 6in pudgy man. I observed this from the second story window that overlooked the pool. Without even realizing it I was beginning to get wet, and started to toy with my lips rubbing up and down ever so slowly. I started to fantasize about joining them, just walking outside and jumping in the pool. . maybe that way? I’m almost feeling something, like a connection with mother. Look, there, where those towers are ... twisting? What kind of place is this?”We rode for a bit towards a building, finally getting close to it. It appeared to be something like a small castle of some kind, but a blue shield surrounded it, keeping us out. We circled it and finally found a set of steps going up. After dismounting, Arvak vanished like the summoned creature he was.“Mother? Mother!”From the other side of. “Hmm,” she said, and then she was gone.She’d been waiting for her husband for forever. Well, it seemed like forever. Ever since her mother had outed herself, she’d been beside herself with feelings of guilt and confusion and desperation.Her dad was dying, and worse, trying to die. And why? Mostly because of her own behavior. Her mom too, but mostly because of her behavior. He was her dad, her real and wonderful daddy and he’d been treated like shit, by everybody. But it was her own self that. The shop owners son hovered over my shoulder to help, should I have problems and as we chatted, the images on the screen were right out of xHamster's 'Girls in stockings'His eyes widened as images of me clad in nets and a broad smile flashed across the screen, nothing hidden, bare bum held high and wet pussy, so obvious, thanks hubby, at least 20 X-rated images, automatically transferred onto his hard drive.Thank God we were the only ones in the shop as the snow was falling hard outside, this.