Peter found what he was looking for. He just needs to get a little more down the stairs and then he is able to grab the strange object.Peter almost hi...ts the water with his feet. He stops climbing down an reaches for the object. The object is just a little bit too far away to grab. Peter tries one final time and manages to get a finger on it. He pulls the object carefully towards him and grabs it out of the water. It's some sort of wooden object. Peter climbs up and walks towards the street. In fact the weekly spanking session which began with her naked and Jenny fully clothed still continued to date. They created a real frisson. She was not feeling guilty because of involving her own daughter. Jenny had always been supportive and understanding. The guilt and apprehension was about the photographs. What if someone found out about the session?As time went by the fear diminished. Although Fiona was feeling more and more that what she had done was wrong she felt more secure. However. Looking and staring right up into her pussy, his head bent ever so slightly, as he acted as if he was outright and totally inspecting her pussy for readiness of his next pleasure from her.Suddenly he sent his whole head and snout right up into her ass cheeks, and using his mighty muscular strength he brought his head upwards, making her ass move upwards first, then forced her knees up off the floor, as he shoved her ass further up into the air now, above where her head and shoulders were laid. Now imagine that in reverse.While I could clearly hear the sounds of cooking, I could hear their conversations as if they were merely on the other side of the room. Amara was watching the cooking process with interest, asking lots of questions of my mother, who was answering the best she could. Laura had fit nicely into the family as well and was washing up as my mother cooked. I could discern all this from the kitchen and cooking sounds alone.I switched to reading their thoughts, scanning each.