The first picture was of a couple with a young girl, perhaps my sister’s age. Aunt Susan sucked in her breath and held her hand to her mouth. Then s...e smiled.I looked at her, then at the picture, wondering who the people were. (Like I said, sometimes I’m pretty slow on the uptake.)She pointed to the man in the picture; a tall, handsome man with dark hair. “This is my father, this is my mother, and this is me,” she said, pointing to each figure in turn.I looked at the hand-written caption under. His straight hard fuck slammed the girl into her. She whispered, "Relax and take it," and then continued, "good boy -good girl."His bump had the girl's tits in her mouth. More flood.She wanted his dick in her mouth.He told the woman to let the girl fuck her ass with the object. She obeyed and presumed the position but then shook her head at the object when the girl reached for it. Getting to her knees she bent over and said, "Fuck me like I showed you."She obeyed and tossed the hard object in. She sighed and voiced his name when he flicked his tongue on her nipples and sucked them into his mouth. He felt her fingers on the back of his head.“Now it’s your turn,” he said softly, looking up at her from tit level. “I’ve thought about this all week.”“Bring out the best in me,” she said.He went back to his tit-sucking. He had one arm around her and his other hand was like a minesweeper gliding over her sleek upper body and working its way south. Sharon was breathing heavily and her upper. .some kind of patterned wallpaper. What little furniturethere was in the room all was two-toned pink, with the exception of thewhite floor lamps...somebody really liked pink!I would have to guess that this was a room in some renovated basement,although there was no way of knowing for sure. The lack of windows told methat...well...where else would you have a room in a house with no windows? Assuming this was a house...God, I had no idea. Wherever it was, it lookedlike there is no point of.