After a quick glance at Betty I took my son into my mouth. Sucking, licking, letting him fuck my mouth. Every once in a while taking him out of my mou...th just to lick his shaft and balls. I let Betty lick every now and then, but at that moment I wanted him all to myself. Knowing my desire suggested a change of positions. I soon found myself on my back on the floor, my son still in fucking my mouth and Betty between my legs licking my already wet pussy.The rest of the afternoon flew by; images. "Oh, I got some; they weren't a patch on you Jack." Jack laughed, "You're just saying that." "I admit, when I wanted some cock, they were a decent enough fuck- just not a great one." "Oh?" Jack's interest was piqued; Fay nodded with an exaggerated gesture. "Now, stroke your cock for me, slowly," commanded Fay. "Let me tell you." Leaning against the wall of the sauna, he held his cock and took it. Slowly stroking it, Fay's eyes took in the sight of her lover masturbating his burgeoning cock.. Only the addition of a second feather, one on her belly and sides, the other brushing between her breast in response. Lexi could only twist and giggle as the feathers worked over her body. Now both tickling her side, then moving up to attack each breast. The feathers left her skin, only to return now on the backside of her knees, causing renewed giggles. Inexorably the feathers moved up her legs, now teasing her thighs, then her ass.Finally the tickle attack seemed to stop. The feathers gone. Evidently ... the gate closed."What do I say to the cops?" I stuck my thumb over my shoulder."Shit!" Wendy exclaimed, "Stay in the car ... I'll handle it."I listened through the window."What do you know ... Miss Valmaat ... in Mrs. Valmaat's WRC Citroen ... and David Valmaat driving. This must be my lucky day." You know we never exceeded 54 miles per hour." Wendy explained. You can check the black box." Yes, yes, yes... 54 miles an hour ... you also never went under 50. In fact, if we do check.