Having nothing better to do, I began assessing my companion. He had been one of the background characters in the meeting, content to watch and listen ...ithout contributing anything meaningful to it, except for some useless mutterings and grumblings. I used my ‘Observe’ skill on him, eager to find out some information on him.“Name: HayabusaLvl 11Class: WarriorGuild: Not affiliated (Maybe associated but observe not high enough)”The atmosphere became awkward after that. The place was engulfed in. All I remember was seeing the picture. The likeness is too great to ignore.” Lana told him.“Can you tell me about the picture then?” Denise asked.“She was wearing a leotard, tights, and ballet shoes. She was posed like she was dancing.” Lana told her. “We were given an explanation of all the pictures and who they were. I remember being told that she was from the Bolshoi and that she was a great asset to the state.”“If you had to guess, how close is the girl in the picture to Mary?” David. When he bent over and took my penis in his hand and began to fondle it, his cock actually brushed my cheek, and I could feel the wetness from my mother's pussy and his own semen, which still dripped from the head of his cock.Some instinct made me reach up and lick the stuff off the tip of my father's cock, and the taste was strange but stimulating. He let his cock slide into my open mouth, and I eagerly began to suck on it like a baby sucking on his bottle, or his mother's breast.Then Dad took. He looked down and then up. He smiled but it was as fake as anything. She didn’t seem to notice at all.He grabbed the jacket, opened the door, and got out. “Hey mom” he said.“Hi honey. What are you doing?” she said in a cheery tone.“Oh uh umm nothing. Just thinking I guess” he replied.“About what?” she asked.He made up a story of course, which she bought, and they went inside. He was thinking about Hannah while talking to his mother but finally broke away and went upstairs. He hoped to get some.