Erica started reading, “Erin & me went into my yard and we laid down on a blanket with our heads together. Then we let Alan kneel down in front of ...us and shove his hard cock first in my mouth and then in Erin's mouth...”Erica stopped reading and said “I can't read this...”I took my mouth off Erica's hardening nipple and told her to keep reading.“Back and forth Alan face fucked us. When his cock was super hard he pulled out of Erin's mouth and sprayed me with his hot cum. My first. She was shaking too hard to close the door and just stood there helplessly trying to regain her composure. She knew it would do no good for her to attempt to help physically. He might kill them both.She watched horrified, unable to move, as Monique struggled beneath the man. She had a good view of them. Their feet were pointing almost directly at her, not more than fifteen feet away across the room. She could not see who the man was except that he was naked and wearing only a dirty pair of. .. Peter, was it?" Yes, Peter was my oldest, and he was born that day. There's a picture of him on that mantle, if you want to have a look, him and Harvey. Peter's twelve in that one."I stood and walked over to the fireplace and stared at the picture. I stared for a long time. Was Peter Kittering the mysterious Preston Miles? It wasn't a proven thing, but it was close. Twelve year old Peter Kittering looked very much like a younger version of the Preston Miles I had only second hand images of.. He stood at her side, arm around her waist, enjoying her deep cleavage, while they waited for their table.She smiled at him, kissing his cheek and enjoyed his eyes on her. They were escorted to their table where she sat on the padded bench and him on the chair across from her.“Hasn’t Lisa taught you anything about where to sit on a sexy date? How are we supposed to touch each other with you sitting across from me?” John took the hint and sat on her left. “That’s much better. Now I can feel.