Maureen walked carefully across the plank bridge. I could hear the running water but I could barely see it, not because it was a long way below the br...dge, it wasn’t, but because there was a mist above the stream. Halfway across, following Maureen’s torch, my foot caught on something on the bridge. I raised it but my pack overbalanced me. I fell backwards with a splash into the stream. The water wasn’t deep but was running fast. I tried to get up. My cagoule was full of water and my pack was. "Another party?" he asked."Yes, darling," said Anne. "These two are just one continuing party." Hmm," said Peter solemnly although his eyes gave him away, "I trust this isn't a frivolous affair."Two sober faces with bright eyes turned to him. "Never," they said as one and then collapsed again with laughter.Peter looked at them in amusement. "What's wrong with them?" he asked Anne."They keep speaking together in chorus and it gives them the giggles," she explained."We do speak separately. It was like living in a fish bowl.I was positive I would not like working in a place like that because your every motion was probably recorded and broadcast to monitoring rooms connected to the central security system. The receptionist gave me a small slip that informed me I was now referred to as Case 432 and I wondered if they already had 431 problems to take care of on that bright, but cold spring day.Several other potential FBI persons of interest or actual suspects in some nefarious plot. I still remember, during our initial days, especially during our honeymoon, you used to get hard within ten to fifteen minutes after you came.”“You are bang on target, Soni. Make his mom’s blowjob fantasy come true. I would love it immensely. It’s been my long time fantasy to watch my wife blow another man. It is even more thrilling than the other man is our own son. Joy, enjoy your mother’s mouth and don’t try to control or hold back.”“Thanks, dad. Oh, mom, please suck my cock the way you were.