Elle had left the door to the ensuite half open, and Jean found herself staring at glimpses of the teenager through the frosted shower door. Jean tore...herself away from the erotic show, crossing the room to select underwear. The shower stopped; Jean crossed the room and froze. Elle was standing outside the shower, naked, towelling her hair.Jean felt entranced, rooted to the spot, Elle turned and smiled, unconcerned by her nakedness. She knew Jean loved to watch her shower, and wondered if today. She could tell he was terribly preoccupied with something. Whatever it was, it was bothering him a lot. Although she actually liked half-raw eggs – they had a delicious aliveness in their flavor – Frank usually cooked them to a stiffer, more firm, dead texture before serving them to anyone. This mess was a delightful offering she could simply tip her plate up and suck right into her face. ‘With a little salt, if you please... ‘“Well, Alicia dropped a little bomb on us,” Frank said, not sure. Stiff though he appeared to be, he was pissing emptying his bladder deep up into her, it was a strange feeling, she felt bloated, the fat phallus making a tight seal, so the bladder-full was rapidly swelling her belly, not leaking away, stretching and washing her guts the pain increasing with every drip, every splash, every dribble, and this fire hose of a tool was passing copious amounts. She began to scream, the pain near unbearable as the fill increased, and the pressure mounted. She was. It feels cruel to ruin his fun. I was getting hard watching him do it. He grabbed my mom’s hand and place it on his crotch. she was rubbing it slowly.My heart was beating rapidly when we pulled up to his apartment. I sheeplshly helped him walk my mom up to his room. It was a one bedroom apartment. He told me i’d be sleeping in the main room and my mom would be sleeping in his. He pinched my moms ass as they walked into his room. I could see a camera and a tri-pod set up in there as the door.