We talked about that when all that craziness with Liz went down last year.”“But not with an iron fist?”“No, absolutely not. Mom’s punishment... always seemed to fit the crime, so to speak. I actually got more grief from my confessor than I did my mom. Of course, I understand more about that now than I did growing up.”“Because you discovered, by her admission, that she was a normal, red-blooded American girl, if you’ll pardon me saying that about someone who is fully Russian.”I grinned, “I’m. It is such a different, wanton, but so arousing climax she is having. Donald thrust into her ass a couple more times, before slowly removing the paddle handle, removing the condom from it and laying it on the end table. He takes his hand from Emma’s cunt and lifts the towel to wipe the wetness from both her holes.Emma just whimpers in total pleasure. When she is clean, he helps her turn to sit on his lap as he strokes her face, hair and shoulders. He tells her, “You did very good Emma, I am. Donna opened the door."Hello Jack, I see you brought Ryan. Come in, come in," and we went back into their kitchen where Lois sat drinking a cup of coffee, both sisters still in their bathrobes, "Ah, Jack, you brought that handsome son of yours, Ryan, how nice." Ah, I've left my tools, I'll just be a minute, be right back," and my Dad left as I stood there when Donna said, "I know you saw what happened here last night, Ryan, I saw you up in your treehouse watching."My face felt like it had. She stood naked at the door put her hands up against the frame of the door, locked one leg and lowered her hip, tilted her head to one side, and I could only see her lovely silhouette with the bright light behind her. Absolutely stunning. I realized she was making an entrance, a movie star entrance. She kept shifting her hips back and forth, dancing to no particular music but a definite rhythm. She was really putting on a show. She slinked from the door frame towards me. I had no idea what.