I bit her nipples very hard and her nipples started bleeding slightly. I and my mother were on heaven of an orgasm. After fucking mom for 10 minutes, ...I cummed inside her vagina.But mom was not done so she insisted me to keep fucking. I did as per her wish. After 30 minutes, she also finally cummed. Now both of us were satisfied. We were still glued to each other. My mother seemed a bit shy after realizing what she had done with her own son. She couldn’t look at my eyes.At that time, father. Down to earth, friendly, and without an agenda. Pretty cute, too. Jake reached toward the pair, then stopped.He took some pens from Marta’s desk and carefully laid them at the toes and heels of each woman. then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of them. If he did this right, he could make sure they were in the exact same place when he was finished his inspection, none the wiser.Satisfied that he’d documented the scene, he lifted Marta an inch off the ground and turned her. “Hello?”Christian -- it’s me ... Carmen.“I recognized you. Did you get your radio segment finished?”Not quite. Just some finishing touches. I wanted to ask a favor of you.“Go ahead.”I have a disc. It’s from my college days. It has some photographs that were on one of the campus servers. Before I left I requested them on disc and this is what they gave me. My laptop can’t read it. I was wondering if you could help.“I’ll be glad to take a look at it.”Maybe you can come over at noon? That will. Neither of us felt like cooking, so Gemma phoned out for pizzas, and we sat at her kitchen table eating them with our fingers and drinking beer straight from the bottle. And in the middle of that, from out of the blue, the ghastliness of the past few days of destruction, death and despair, the strain of having had to be strong for others in the midst of it all, the knowledge that it wasn’t a dream that I’d wake up from to find that everything was all right, and the emotional impact of Fenella’s.