There seemed far more significance in it than that or she would not have made such a formalised ritual out of it. I think there was definitely somethi...g territorial about it in that she sang to declare her ownership over her little realm in the same way a cock robin ritually takes to the same perches each day in his finery to claim possession of his little patch of garden or woodland with his song. I think that’s only part of the story however. Certainly it was something important to her and it. We used the wall of the shed as a brace and I lifted myself up, wrapped my legs around him allowing him slide in deeper. Each time he thrust into me he hit the perfect spot, fuelling my lust. Our kisses muffled our moans of pleasure. We suddenly heard voices in the garden centre, but this did not stop us, it just made our passions burn hotter and him thrust harder into me. I broke our kiss and threw my head back, gripping into his shoulders tightly. The shed rocked slightly from his vigorous. "I'vebeen very happy to, Dani," mom said, "I think this is all just as excitingfor me as it must be for you," she said. I smiled, nodding my head,"yeah, mom," I said, "I get that impression." Mom put her book down, "oh,I have to make sure I have film and flashbulbs for my camera," she said,"I can't wait to see you and David together in your outfits." "Yeah, I'mso happy you're taking pictures. Can you set the timer and tripod so youcan get all four of us?" I asked. "Great idea, Dani," mom. "Your pussy is so tight "My breath was erratic and I was moaning as my body kept betraying me. I could feel my orgasm building up and as much as I wanted to contain myself, my body was enjoying all the ravishing even though I wasn't.I watched as my father calmly walked over with his erection bobbing up and down freely. He took a seat in front of me. My uncle then stopped fucking me and withdrew his dick. He pulled me up to my feet. I was week and my head was spinning. I felt my father grab a.