Robert had by this time sat up in the seat, on the roadside of the van, and Janet was just laying with her head propped up against the door, her legs ...till spread out with one behind Robert's back and the other one propped on the armrest of the driver's seat. They both had their eyes closed, just recuperating from the fucking. Suddenly, they heard a male voice say,"well, well, well, Mrs. Smith. (Not her real last name). Looks like you been havin' yoself a real good time!"A cop had seen the car. Awwww. Awww. My God." Kendra's vocalisation was very sexy and heliped Bernie to reach his climax in sync with hers. He pulled out but stayed in that position admiring her glorious arse until Kendra told him to move aside so that she could get up. At around four in the afternoon, Bernie got a message from Kendra on his phone."Our first fucking was recorded and had been sent to your mom earlier on. And our fucking today was also available to her on the web. I had also told her that you knew. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Yes, of course, I won't say anything. I was kind of wondering why there was no Mr. Williams, but I had no idea. Oh Brian, you poor baby!" I said."It's all right. It's better that you hear it from me instead of asking Mom, even innocently, and getting her started again. We have taken down all Dad's pictures and put them away along with anything that might remind Mom of him. Mom and Dad were childhood sweethearts and so the fewer reminders of him, the better," he. "But will he think so?" She asked her reflection. Still acknowledging on some level the old 'log' would say almost anything to please her. Learning to skillfully apply cosmetics growing up was considered essential, a royal imperative. Even so, preparing ones self to be viewed by subjects was hardly the aim here! And still there were a few details to complete. Pausing then she considered the line of her stomach."Not an once of fat." She mused triumphantly. Allowing long aqua lacquered nails to.