You could never accuses me of being backwards, It would often gets me in trouble, jumping in when the proper course of action would be to wait and see.... I rolled over towards her, taking a grip of both her wrists, I pulled them up above her head. Over the years, we have often fought together so my behaviour was not out of the ordinary."Get off," she said in a light hearted way, her eyes remaining closed, "it's too hot."Up close, I could see what I had missed, the gentle swell of her tits under. That's when she usually does it, if she's even going to." Good god!" I was now thinking. "Like mother, like daughter?" I wondered. Though the sensation of her hand still holding onto my prick reminded me of the fact that we'd just crossed a new line in the sand here."There, nice and hard again," she stated smiling at her handy work. "It was starting to go down some, and I wanted to make sure it didn't, not until you've given me some cream to go with my coffee at least." You are kidding right?". Understand?"Sharon opened her mouth to speak -- and took a slap. "A nod will do. Speak when you're told to. You can moan and groan a bit, while we're having fun, but keep it down... Oh, and we own Wilson's cameras for the afternoon, so we're capturing this for posterity. If you're lucky, and survive, maybe your old man will play the video for you -- if not, it'll make an excellent snuff flick..." Sharon didn't know what a 'snuff flick' was, and didn't want to; she nodded. Her 'home training'. " Mar stood up "lets go talk to Marti'en" he said to the three, then turned going in search of Marti'en.Laurel stood back listening to the man in the booth, he had all sorts of musical instruments, beautiful, wonderful things, the woman with him was demonstrating a flute, Laurel felt her whole body leaning forward at the sound. Laurel watched the woman pick up another piece she had never seen before, she listened to the man saying it was a harp, a small lap harp, the woman ran her fingers over.