" Like you?" Yea, right. Like me," she said rolling her eyes and looking down at her bruised bums."You're beautiful," I comforted her by going near he...r and kissing her neck and bare shoulder.She didn't reply, but just lay there on the bed while I ran my fingers through her long red hair and over her soft and smooth back.We heard Dad stumble back to his room, so Mom got up to give him medicines and to plead with him to allow her to put some clothes on. As if all this wasn't enough, he found. I tried to remove my hand. But mom held it firmly and opened her eyes. She switched on the bed lamp and smiled at me. She had the same strange look in her eyes. She took my other hand and placed it on her breasts. My mouth went dry since I realized what she had in mind. She said, ‘My dear, I told you, you are like a friend. So treat me as a friend, not as mom.’ Saying this, she started moving my hand over her breasts. They were still firm, despite her age. I was extremely nervous. While moving. It was all there. I didn't get any footage of them in the living room – only one camera – but what happened in the bedroom, well, it was painful on every level.First, the conversation.When they stumbled into the bedroom, Deanna's blouse was already almost hanging off – he'd obviously had his hands up her shirt. When she got on the bed, she'd accidentally flashed the camera up her skirt and she wasn't wearing any panties either.He was half out of his clothes, his cock hanging out of his boxer. He must be able to taste his come in my mouth, and I wondered what he thoughof this. As we embraced I traced my hand back down to his cock which was alreadyhard. I laughed softly into our kiss. 'Lisa….oh….Lisa, Lisa… let me touch you' he begged.I wanted this too, so I untied him, ankles first (allowing him full view ofmy naked body as I couched to unfasten his ankles from the spreader). ThenI untied his wrists, freeing his arms. Immediately he wrapped his arms aroundme. He hardly managed to.