Then Jeff fucking rhythm increased tremendously and each thrust became faster, deeper, harder and more violent. Jim knew his son could not hold out mu...h longer so he quickly recorded the sexy scene with his video camera. Sounds of the bed creaking and the loud continuous fucking slapping sound could be heard. Anyone who passed by their house would know that people were having sex in the room. Not just sex, but good sex. Jeff was overwhelmed by the strong lustful feeling from each of his. ‘Hi, Ashley.’ She came over to give me a hug. ‘I don’t think you’ve met Louis, my husband.’ It was all I could do to contain my compulsion to giggle. I coughed. I reached out my hand to shake and that seemed to be an acceptable greeting to him. ‘Nice to meet you, Louis.’ ‘Nice to meet you, too. Sunny speaks highly of you.’ Sunny? What about Jeff? ‘Sam’s busy cooking or I’m sure he’d be out here to say hello,’ said Sunny. Sandy still had an arm around me, but not with the intensity with which. ”“Just what exactly was going on in this video?” I asked, “I’m assuming it showed Cal having sex with guys in Germany.”“Oh yes,” Alison said, “it certainly did that.”She sniffed quietly, and I could see tears welling in her eyes.“Oh, Pip,” I said, pulling her into a cuddle, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”Charlie looked at me over the top of Alison’s head and mouthed ‘Later’ at me.Instead we just sat and talked about plans. Alison knows, at the ripe old age of thirteen, exactly what. I was turning into an exhibitionist.“Dear Ishmael,” I typed. “So I did it. Half frightened me to death, but in the end, it was okay. How am I doing?”Ishmael didn’t reply until later that night.“I am very proud of you. You are doing great. I wish I could have been there with you. Maybe someday soon? In any event, it’s time for your fourth challenge. I want you to describe a sexual fantasy that you would love to experience. Be explicit about what erotic desires, yet unfulfilled, lie.