God, what was the protocol for this? Should I wave? Should I wink?"Emily knows all about hot tubs. When I told her that you didn't have time to fix th... balance, or whatever, she said she could do that. And she did."Paul chuckled. "It looks like she knows how to do more than that!"Sara got out and gave him a hug, getting his sport coat wet. "Grab a glass of wine and come in with us." Uh, let me shower first. I'll be right back." And he left the room.Sara looked at me. "I think he took that. He'd just heard that his lovely mother had been screwing a dog, and he was staring down at her naked body in fascination.Behind him lay the experience of sharing another beautiful woman with his father; Judd had fucked Teresa Watson, feeding his massive cock into her sensually responsive cunt while she'd taken the boy's prick in her mouth.After screwing like that, they had changed around, with Harry taking his father's place between the long, sleek legs, inserting his prick into the blazing. "Oh. I-I'm glad I could help."Marissa tossed her hair began to walk away. "Wait! Where you going?" Giovanni called after her."To Camille's" She answered and kept walking. She had no idea Camille had witnessed everything from her window."Hey Cami, I just wanted to stop by for a bit. What do you say you and I head off towards the book store and read some cheesy romance novels?"Camille had a blank look. "Marissa, what was that all about?"Marissa looked puzzled. "What was what all about?" That. As he feels me tensing, he says, “Shhhh, don’t fight it, baby girl. You’ve been so sheltered in your ivory tower of education and rules, you don’t even know when you’re being loved. Let me teach you. Let me bring out the freak that I know is in there. Let me ...” and with that last statement, he squeezes my breasts, his hands down my shirt. My eyes are pricked with tears. Thankfully he’s behind me and can’t see them. Why am I crying? Partly because it feels so wrong to be feeling so good. And.