Christina smiled at me lovingly. I smiled back although I'm sure my nerves were evident. We hopped into the shower and shaved together. Christina stoo... behind me and put her arms around me.She kissed my neck, her hands fondly my body. She made her way up caressing my tits. Her mouth kissed my ear, whispering into me."You going to be my hot girlfriend?"I turned around, looking into her eyes. I nodded. Christina smiled and then lifted her hand and put it on the back of my head. She pushed my head. Hannah debates fluently with her father-in-law on sports and politics, while his mother chastises Kevin for not getting the job at the firm. Their father stops bickering with Hannah and turns on Kevin too, interrogating him about his life. Suddenly, Hannah's hand rests gently on Eric's thigh, stroking it lightly. He looks at her curiously, but she keeps her eyes on the spectacle around them. Her fingers walk up his leg and slowly unzips his fly, her palm resting over his package. He tries to. I lowered her legs and she shook with the massive orgasms she had found, I collapsed to my knees between her quaking legs and steadied my self by leaning onto them with one arm saddled over each, my head hung low trying to catch my breath. Some how, no matter how good it had been with us before, the intensity of memorializing our acts for posterity had made me even more aroused and therefore more drained than ever. As I recouped from the exertion I knew what I had to do, my lady was dripping. She’s old enough to have a barely legal daughter. And that daughter is the whole reason I became a client of Samson & Associates. I met Dale at a coffee shop a few blocks from my place. He was with his family enjoying a weekend brunch before heading into the office for a few extra hours. His daughter, Ariel, had just barely turned eighteen. She is, to this day, the perfect example of a tight teen. Her clothes were so tightly wrapped around her figure; it looked like she’d been wrapped at.