The little slut is wet as can be from playing in Tanya's pants, or maybe from everything we did back at the club. I slip my fingers inside to lay a fe... strokes on her and feel the juice oozing out onto my fingers. Her hips move a little and I hear a barely audible cry, but she still stares straight ahead. I leave it at that, just holding my fingers there, barely moving, enjoying the feel.We reach our place at last and Dee's hand finally comes out of Tanya's shorts. I glance over to see her. “You know, John—you have a really decent body. Do you exercise?”“No, I have a really high metabolism. I eat a lot, but I never seem to gain weight. That’ll probably change as I get older.” We chatted about meaningless things for a while before I realized what time it was. “Sorry, Daisy, but I have to go. I have a prelim for my oral exam tomorrow with Professor Eastman so I have to get up early.”“What does that mean, John?”“A group of professors will read the dissertation then we’ll meet. ‘Ok,’ she said almost dreamily, and then back to her ‘now’ self…the physical side of her, as her eyes cleared, focusing on me now. ‘We’ll keep all this just between you and I,’ she assured me. ‘Now Brian…come make love to me, though I still want to hear you tell me how much you like fucking my pussy.’ She made no comment, no mention of the fact I’d just told her I had planned on fucking her mother too. Obviously, the block, the passage I had written inside that book was doing what it was. Put my both hands back of neck and arched torso. Sky became orange. Sun is about to rise. Now my son too gets worried. He pulled me from terrace railing and we goes to stairway to get down. There too he put me in cemented railing of stair.I start slipping on declining stair railing and my son starts filming me from back. I thudded at last point as there was a cemented block. My son moved front and filmed me. I was annoyed at his behavior, said- ‘Beta’ enough of photo. I thud with this. Pull me.