She was a great Mom to me growing up, giving me everything that I needed. And unlike my bitch of a sister, I actually appreciated it. I couldn’t hel... but feel a tinge of guilt knowing what I planned to do. Opposing this sense of guilt however was an overwhelming hyper-sexuality in me that had developed over my experience with my sister. Now that Kayleigh was broken and accepted her life as a sex slave, the focus of my sexual desire had transitioned to my Mother. More-so than just my out of. Michelle, on the other hand was a joy to hug and she, unlike her coworker, did not smoke and was as revolted by it as he was. When they had first met, they had enjoyed several evenings together, walked along the Seine and generally did all the things that lovers did in Paris, except make love. They had been climbing, cycling, riding, seen plays and tried a number of both good and bad restaurants as their mutual schedules allowed but there was no real chemistry between them. Good friends were. I took many artistic poses of my Asian beauty. My hands holding the camera were shaking when she demonstrated her oral skills on my throbbing member. Then I set up the tripod and set the camera to 10 sec timer to record our love. I looked at the mirror to set up our 'poses' before taking our shots. Both of us became so aroused with the various poses. Penetration standing, missionary, doggie, spoon, etc. I was thrilled when she allowed a 69 position although she was still too shy to let me. .. well maybe they'd showed a little too much familiarity – of the touchy feely kind – the evening before. I know that Sylvia had been narked about that, and I had to suppose that Rose must have been as well. But then again, it was no more or less overt, than the blatant familiarity our wives had been showing towards those..."What brings you here today, Chaise?" I asked guardedly. I was definitely suspicious of the two women's unexpected arrival.I'm not sure what Doug said to the other girl,.