I would have to give serious thought about what I would say to her. Her spirits were so high that any rejection might throw her into a rage. Now it wa...s time for a good phone call. I needed to talk to Jan and tell her what a wonderful evening it was. Her phone rang two or three times and Jennifer answered it. "Hello Mr. Beddoes, how are you doing today?" "Now Jennifer, what did I tell you to call me yesterday?" "I'm sorry," she giggled. "How are you Frank? I hope you're in as good a mood as Mom. I hurried to her and reached down into the water and took a grip on her arm to help to steady her but I felt that she was heavy, really heavy. I had to bend down and doing so I soaked all my clothes and finally got a grip around my daughter's waist and with a heave I got her up on her feet.She was a little pale around her cheeks but otherwise she looked alright and she told me so when I asked her.While we made our way ashore I heard her mutter some rather foul curses but I pretended that I. What I would give to see her Mom’s face if ever she found out her little darling was a lesbo.I crouch behind the door trying to calm my breathing, so relieved they've not clocked me. But suddenly it’s the rumble of two pairs of feet running up the stairs. Now a fist beating on the door panel. “Ryan! Are you in there? Don’t pretend you’re not, you little arsehole; because we know you are. Now-open-the-fucking-door!”Busted! Reluctantly I get to my feet and go to the door. I hesitate, and then I. Bob slid his hands down from her swollen tits and gripped her rotating hips. Soon he shoved his hands under her bouncing ass as he quickened his fucking strokes, driving his prick into her snatch like a piston. Kathy answered him with the same furious frenzy, wrapping her legs around his back and locked her ankles tightly together. She worked on his hard cock, milking it with her slick cuntal walls. Joe had taught her how to use her snatch. Kathy prided herself on her cuntal acrobatics. She had.