The other was between her legs, rubbing her hard and fast. Her squirming was making the bed creak and shake.Some of the tired crewmen stopped what the...y were doing to look.He stopped pleasuring her. She wondered what his hand was doing. It was holding his cock and rubbing it against her. She gasped and eyed the cameraman again, hoping he hadn’t caught that. James was guiding that cock into her.She didn’t know what to do. She squirmed and gasped again. She could have easily told James to stop.. Her blouse came off first letting her son and I see her in her bra. Her breasts were large and they were heaving under her stress. Her skirt came off next and she looked might fine in her panties. They were a lavender color and made of nylon that clung to her every fold. They formed a rather nice camel toe around her puffy pussy. Mom nodded for her to continue so Stella reached behind herself to unhook her bra. She slipped her arms out of her straps and just let it hang on her large breasts for. She told me it would take at least half an hour to meet her lover. I stayed there sitting on the coach, sipping a glass of my favorite scotch… After forty minutes, my phone chirped to life. I snatched the phone up. And there it was. Just a single photo. The image was a close up of a woman in red dress sitting on a sofa, her legs open, short skirt pulled up slightly to reveal her shaved mound… I recognized Ana`s red dress. In front of her there was a black huge hand making the “thumb up” signal…. I’m working on Christine-2 in my office and when the lady’s around I switch to another tab and look like I’m reading some shit. She was just behind me reading the article (something on Ben Laden or other) when she notices the tabs at the top. This one says : “Discussing Erotic Short Stories”.“Oh so THAT’S what you do when you’re not working is it?” Laughing out loud. “Well some times, in fact I’m writing a series right now, it’s called Aunt Christine”“Can I read it.”“Well this is a little.