He kept his fingers on his lips and said, “Zzhoo. Do not make sound, if my son saw us in the position I do not know what he will do. And no explanat...on will exonerate you as I will say you have called me in the bathroom.”After saying that he hugged me tightly and kissed me on my lips. My husband was knocking the door and asking dad “Dad are you coming out with me, I am going to repair the emergency lamp.” FIL said, “No son I am enjoying my bath here with a beautiful girl. You go alone.” Son. I managed to act almost normal, but there was nothing that I could do to conceal how much I enjoyed being with her. She accepted my changed attitude warmly and graciously. We talked and talked about earlier days, and Mom even told me a number of things about her childhood and teen years that I had never heard before. I helped her with all her household chores and went grocery shopping with her. When she suggested that I might like to look up some of my old friends, I told her that she was my. ” “Yes, I took some of my juices to make him extra slippery. I can hear them and smell them as they mix together.” “Is there anything else you want to try now, Lisa? “Yes. Patrick, can you lie down so that I can taste and smell your balls and cock a little bit. I don’t think I want to suck you, I just want to explore?” Lisa sounded a little hesitant. Patrick answered her before I could. “You only do what you want to do, Lisa. If you’d like me to touch you while you’re doing it, then just say. I know now I am a true slut. A three-hole slut. His weight on top of me is comforting. Like a prison you don’t want to escape. I think about the other hikers watching us, making plans to come back every month to take me, bringing more friends next time. “What are you?” they ask. “I’m a….I’m a….I’m a slut!” I scream as I cum for the third time. I lay there for a few minutes collecting my thoughts and letting the rain wash over me. My mind races over the past thirty minutes and how much I.