"What's going on here?" "Wait, but first, what are you two doing here? I thought you were giving us the night to celebrate?" Joe pondered. "Dude, you ...seriously thought we wouldn't get involved right after you got engaged with our rings?" London asked, coming to him. "We thought we could both at least sneak in three-ways before we headed out." "You seem to be in the middle of something though. We can go if you want us to, but we'd still like to know what you need to tell us. It must be something. She padded over to me in her bare feet (and everything else) and looked at the canvas. I stood aside. Her brow creased. She tilted her head to one side in a reflection of the position she had held over the course of two weekends and four sittings. The expression on her face was not one of rapture."Uh. Doc. I know I'm not an art critic, but..." ... but you know what you like," I said finishing the cliché that I'd heard repeatedly over the twenty years of my career."No. I know when something. ”“And again I ask, was it worth it?”This time she laughed. “Oh, was it ever! I just never would have imagined myself doing something like that --- eight men and women in one night!”“I told you the adventure would become more intense as we went along.”“Andre, I want to thank you for providing me with such experiences as I will never forget, but...”“But what?”“But ... it’s Daniel. We are supposed to get the test results back today. The doctor said he did not want to hazard a guess until the. I tentatively stroked her thighs and hip near herpussy, then riffled the hair. "Go ahead, honey," Mom said. "You can touch it, play with it, put yourfinger in- whatever you'd like to do." I didn't need any urging. I pettedthe pouting damp lips which were peeping through the thick hair and gentlypushed them apart to insert a couple inches of finger. Mom was very wetinside. "Mmm, that feels good," Mom purred. "Maybe I shouldn't have let you dothat. It feels too good." She humped her hips against.