Yesterday, Saturday, I'd been giving her hints. Even with the kids in the next room I'd grab her, fondle her, playfully be a PITA. Hinting at what I n...eded.This morning she told me that Grandma would be taking the kids out. That meant we'd have two, maybe three hours to ourselves, so rare, so precious. Knowing that for her that meant maybe we could go Christmas shopping together. She'd spent the morning cooking trying to stockpile some meals to be reheated against the interminable Christmas. She was moaning.. Ummm aahhh aa oooohhhh…. Ummmm , while I was pumping Kashish on the dining table I forget that the start curtain is open and anyone standing on the main gate can see me fucking her.. It was my father watching us having sex.. For about 30 mins of hard and heavy pumping I discharged in her wet and oozzing pussy… She went down and licked my dick and cleaned it up.. The suddenly since the show was over .. My father ranged the bell.. She ran into the bathroom and i move to my. The doors closed behind me, the lift began to rise.“I’m a £20 grand whore, fucking hell,” I thought. “Fucking hell.”The lift doors opened, in front of me a huge room, with a bar off to the right. Ahead and to my left was all glass, giving an uninterrupted view of the river and the city. Lothar was there. I stepped forward, shoulders back, tits out. I walked proudly. Why shouldn’t. I was naked, but for my heels. My makeup was how I’d done it that night I fucked Lothar. The first time I had been. Let’s take it easy how quickly we tell them. There’s no need to be rough with our friends.”Frida nodded and then came and lay close to Mark’s side, almost touching. Toshi was on the other side, and in the moonlight, Frida could see that as usual Mark and Toshi were holding hands.They had learned so much this past objective week, this past subjective year. The subjective human mind needed to sleep a third of subjective time, just as the human body needed to sleep one third of objective time. In.