He had his hands pulling the cheeks of her ass apart and he was licking between her legs. Mother, almost yelling, said, "That's it, down, down, that's...it, now box my clit." "What's a Clit?" I thought. "Now come up..." mom said, "higher, more, that's it, in the hole, now tongue me, stick it deep, deeper, up, up, more, now move to my asshole. That's it, OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH, stick some fingers in me. That's it, that's it, tongue fuck that asshole, faster, faster. I'm so close, so fucking close, more. His fingers were inside me."Yes. I mean no. I mean. . ." What the hell did I mean? If I didn't know why should I expect him to?From my point of view things got steadily worse. Or better. It depends on how you looked at I suppose. His hands were all over me, touching me in the most sensitive places, doing weird and wonderful things to my body. I was just lying there, letting it happen, even though I knew I shouldn't.You wouldn't believe how disappointed I felt when he stopped touching me and. First, he licked her pussy, then her ass, and alternated, depending on which one he felt like eating."Make me feel safe in your arms, love," she said, as if she was drunk. "I want you, please make me yours, please, this pussy is your property, here," she said, struggling for breaths and gasping for air as her heart rate continued to get faster.The arousal made her lower body thrust upwards with pleasure, she was gone for sure, drunk with lust. It was as if her body moved like she was riding. The picture did highlight why my eyes had not been damaged; I was wearing my favorite pair of tinted shooting safety glasses. I did not remember putting them on.I was standing there looking at the picture a long time when I noticed Frank, Victor and Eric standing beside me.“That picture is not in any that you sent us. Where did that one come from?” Frank asked.“I do not know. This is the first time I have seen it; I guess one of my crew took it, but I don’t remember,” I replied and then I added.