Megan smiled and continued, "The shirt." What about the shirt?" I was thoroughly confused now and everyone at the table was staring at me. It was just... one of my short-sleeve jersey cotton polos from Banana Republic. I'd had it for a year. Nothing new or special.Cassidy giggled and started tugging at the collar, stretching it beyond what it was meant to do."Hey, hey!" I batted her hand away. "Don't stretch it!" See ... the shirt!" Cassidy exclaimed as if that answered everything. "It's your. She opened the door a crack and her heart sank to see that it was indeed her father-in-law, reeking of alcohol and looking for some "entertainment".Her head hung n dejection, Marsha opened the door and stood aside so Norman might enter.But instead he stood expectantly. "Well?" he asked gruffly.Marsha had hoped he would have forgotten his demands from the other night, but it was not to be."Come in honey," she said as instructed. "Come in and fuck your whore." He smiled and entered, then waited. . your womb I am hitting, Ma!", panted Anand, increasing the length and tempo of his thrusts. His voice was hoarse and his words were punctuated by frequent grunts of exertion."Mmmmmmm! Krishna! Krishna!, yes my son! It's your Ma's womb where you came from! I'm so happy Anand. Don't stop, please. Keep hitting it. I feel so thrilled!"Her pleading voice died away to a wordless murmur as Anand grabbed her firm, round tits, one in each hand, and fucked his raging cock into his mother's upthrust. I thought the time Andrea and I spent at the photography retreat was just a one-time deal until we kept in touch over email, text and phone. She became more open about her feelings, her sexuality, and I just had to have her again and again. She brought out this side of me that’s so alive, even if I knew I had to keep under wraps the moment I come back to my office and home. And what could be said about a woman who could make me come twice after a red eye flight across the country? When most.