Without moving a muscle, I strained my senses trying to comprehend what it had been. Seconds and eventually minutes ticked by. There was the faint sou...d of wind from outside, the occasional and familiar low creek and groaning of the house settling, and finally my own rhythmic breathing. I was just about to give up and surrender back to sleep when I heard it. It was only for a moment, at the very edge of my hearing, and then I lost it – breathing at a rhythm different than my own.All of a sudden. And those earrings..."Unfortunately for my daughter, the cameraman focused on her for a couple of seconds too long, enough for me to confirm what my wife had just pointed out. That mole... those earrings... those breasts... "But she said she was going over to a friend's place," I offered defensively, lest my wife put all the blame on me for being so easily taken in.My wife snorted. "Sure, and that's what I told MY father when I came over to see you, and had you knock me up..." She stared at me. “It’s an offshoot of the really fast-moving karate Bruce Lee used to practice. That had him slowdown his moves so the movies could actually catch the action.”“I didn’t know that,” he said, lowering his guard. “What’s the blue belt mean, Michael?”“Earning that meant registering with the FBI. If I start a fight without telling you that my hands and arms are legally considered ‘deadly weapons,’ I could be prosecuted by the federal government. I guess I should tell you that, officially.”“Hey .... The effort was making her growl, and when she was about to go over the edge, I withdrew my tongue from her pussy and started teasing her anus. She froze with her knees alongside her breasts and raising her ass as high as she could so I could go deeper. … which I did. I’m now up on my knees with my hands on the backs of her thighs and my tongue flailing around in her ass. I then slide my tongue up to her vagina. She’s whispering “ono … ono … ono” as I twist my tongue inside her vagina. As I.