If they all approached her, she would have laid down right there for them and let every one of them do anything they wanted with her. She dried off, ...ot dressed and took the late bus home. Mom and Dad were thrilled about cheerleading camp and agreed she could go immediately. As lovely a daughter as she was, not too many parents of sixteen-year-olds would balk at the idea of having the house to themselves for two weeks of the summer. After dinner, she retreated to her room to do her. Finally the backside of the last page, a single portrait photo of the woman, this one out of place for the album, a formal studio type photo with a normal pose. Letting the binder shut and setting it beside her, glancing toward the other albums, she’s drawn to the next one. Taking a deep breath, slowly opening it, starting at the front, again the series of brutal treatments’ fully photographed. Suspensions, from breasts to inverted spread legs, piercings of breasts, not just a needle. I put my hands on Emily's shoulders but she didn't need my urging her. She went to her knees and took hold of my raging member. She brought it to her lips and began to lick the head.I thought I was going to blow my load right there. It had been eight months since my wife died. There hadn't been much sex since that day. Emily then started to go down on me. She was working on my cock an inch at a time. It wasn't too long before she was deep throating me. I can't remember the last time when my. Someone’s nicked my jacket” I thought ,helmet still there ,looking around and seeing someone sitting on a small wooden jetty with what looked like my jacket .Walking towards the jetty ,realizing as I get closer that it was the woman I passed in the doorway of the pub .A few hikers wondering through the car park ,I dodged past them ,making my way towards the lake .The water still ,just the noise of ramblers behind me and the quietness of the lake in front .Stepping onto the jetty ,the ladies.