.. researcher.” Her face looked a little pinched.I thought about that. She had given me a break. She had listened to my idea, and hadn’t laughed o...tright at it. She was actually willing to discuss it on a scholastic basis. I at least owed her the truth.“Okay,” I said softly. “I admit it. You’re all babes, even Mom. Any guy would love to see you naked. There! Does that make you happy?”She blushed again. “It shouldn’t,” she said softly. She looked me up and down. No woman had ever looked me up. “And I like to show it.” Her eyes narrowed as I reached for the doorknob. “I’m staying another few days,” she said. “Maybe we will get another chance to share our little experience?”I nodded, afraid to speak as I peered out the door, seeing the hallway clear, and dashed to the bathroom. I turned on the shower but didn’t get in. Naked, I stood in front of the sink, staring at myself in the mirror as I stroked my cock, ashamed of my weakness, thrilled at the danger as I urged my cum. For her. Her. Wayne took the opportunity to strip off his own clothes and lay beside her. He kissed her gently on the lips, her faraway expression scared him a little and he wanted to bring her back to the now. He was relieved when she blinked rapidly and her eyes cleared. She smiled at him lovingly. "That was the best Daddy... thank you." She moved in close to him, pressing her nipples against his chest as his manhood pressed against her swollen pussy. Despite his burning need to fill her, Wayne lay content. "Oh John!" she quipped, "Isn't he funny, I'm Sandra," she added.It was all done and dusted, and all fucking forgotten by next morning, just because some Swedish wanker lets fly with a Kalashnikov and wipes out a communist summer camp 89 dead and a bunch more wounded and we was history, no one wanted Pedos hung, no it was all about right wing terrorists and bleeding Muslims.We made our way home up the M1 at a steady fifty stoppoing every few minutes to top the car radiator up with water, until.