You watch my smooth legs as I lean in towards you. "I'm going to get a drink" I tell you while sliding my hand in your pocket slipping something in. Y...ur eyes wander my body. You feel my index finger rub against your face as I kiss your cheek. The head 'cuda can't see it cause she's on your other side but you catch a wiff of it. Slowly it starts to register in your mind.....my sweet wet cum. As I walk away you watch me from behind, your cock throbbing. Your breaths become slightly deeper. How. Cindy decided against it. As long as Cindy didn’t confront Steve about what had happened she wouldn’t have to admit any fault. She could pretend blissful ignorance and neither Steve nor Charlie would be the wiser. She came to the firm conclusion that silence was the best policy.Steve watched his mother for a long time. She seemed to be tense at first, as if she realized what had happened. Soon her demeanor changed and she snuggled into Steve’s embrace. He observed her carefully. Once he was. Your fingers trace the familiar trail from my nipples to my warm, wet cunt; and as you press into me, I exhale in a low growl. Increased intensity fuels your agression and you nip sharply at the flesh on my back. The bites both pique and inflame my skin, and the moments that separate the torture from the welt soothing kisses, seem like a delicious eternity. Your fingers tug and pinch my labia, rolling them, slipping in and out of them to dip into my wetness. You deftly circle my clit, brushing. I tried it out and found that I could see things that were invisible to the naked eye. I trained it on Emma's domain and found that I could see the paint peeling on her bedroom window. Perhaps I could get her to do a strip one evening. Ho hum. There was little of note in the room, but there were some interesting photos. There was, in particular, the General himself with his wife, one or two with their son, and several of another lady that I assumed must be the General's sister since they were.