Usually, I’d have gone straight to bed after a long day like that, but this evening I needed to relax. The hotel’s indoor swimming pool and steam ...room were closed to guests after 10 pm, but it was tacitly acknowledged that the staff were free to use them if they wanted a quick dip before bed. So I nipped upstairs to find my swimming costume. To my annoyance, I remembered that my one-piece was still hanging in the drying room after my morning dip. I couldn’t be bothered to go and get it, so. He picked up his digital camera and the fraternity paddle hanging on his wall. Returning to the living room he started clicking pictures of his mom for future use. Then lifting up the paddle he brought it down sharply on his mothers exposed ass. He started out slowly, but warmed up quickly, slapping her ass, one after another, while she moaned and writhed. Her ass was twisting and rising to meet each stroke of the paddle. He could smell her juices and the inside of her thighs were soaked. She. "Bonnie and I. Sorry." God, he was handsome. "Did you really miss me?" Always do, darling." Yes, she'd had a drink. More than one he could tell when she leaned over to kiss him. She sprawled easily and compliantly across his lap as their tongues meshed and he slid his hand under her sweater to cup one of her huge, soft breasts. Were young Julie's as firm as they looked in a sweater? Then, as his wife's thighs straddled his he pushed his incestuous thought from his mind. At least, for the. ‘Oh, Lord!’ Helen whispered, ‘that’s lovely!’ ‘Isn’t it, though,’ Joe responded. The movement of his hips grew more and more urgent as the wonderful warmth surrounding his cock began building him to another peak of pleasure. Helen was delighted by the way things had developed between herself and the big detective. He was by far the best lover she ever had, even better than Bobby Draper. ‘Is it more than just the fabulous sex we share?’ she found herself wondering. ‘I can’t be falling for him,.