"Just promise me one thing," he asked. "There is a cabinet at the farend of the workshop, locked; the negatives in there are worthless andshould be th...rown out. They are not my best work, and I would hate foranyone to see them. Promise me they will be destroyed," I replied."Then why did you bother with the lock?" And he said the stuff wasexperimental and he had been using it just to generate ideas. Herepeated his request, and I agreed. What else could I do under thosecircumstances? But mentally. Now again I inserted my cock, her pussy walls were tight, I think my dad didn’t used to fuck her well, and I guess it was years that he would have fucked. After some pain to me and my mom, I successfully inserted by full erect cock into her vagina. She moaned in pleasure… mmm… mmm…. mmmm… Uhh I was there in that position, where my cock was fully in her. I lied down on her in that position and kissed her lips for 2 mins, she said me “common baby do it!”Then I slowly took my cock out of her. It was amusing to see how much the two mothers' styles differed. With my mom, if something needed doing, she, Dad or I would do it. Vanessa was far more likely to hire someone. As Vanessa explained, "We're older, we can afford it, and neither Prof nor I have ever been handy."The Andersons' do-it-ourselves attitude had been necessary for many years when money had been tight, but that reason no longer applied and everyone wanted the work to get done much faster than we could do it ourselves, so. I wanted him to have access to touch me anywhere he chose. I was moaning with pleasure as I spread my legs wide to give him unobstructed access to touch me. I was not going to actually initiate it, but I knew I was not going to stop him either if he was bold enough. I watched as his erection strained against the material of his gym shorts. Pulse after pulse, I witnessed my stepbrother getting harder and bigger as he formed a noticeable tent in his shorts. I laid back. “Michael, you are making.