"I'll deal with you later." Turning back to Alison she added. "And it is only your word against ours."This time Alison Jones's laugh was whole-hearted.... "Oh Evelyn, Evelyn. You misjudge me if you think I would make such a threat without something to back it up." She turned to Donald Cresswell. "I really am sorry Donald but I'm afraid I stored those photos we took, off the disc and onto my laptop." She saw the distress on his face and felt sorry for him again. "I really am sorry Donald, I know I. She kept her eyes tightly closed because she was afraid she had imagined the whole thing and she was so excited and now so desperately wanted someone to watch her. She rolled across the bed and ended up with her head on the pillow masturbating directly towards the open window. As she built steadily towards a powerful orgasm she tried to imagine that there was indeed a young man there watching.Across the way David was again rock hard as he watched the show unfold. As his camcorder kept silently. Sunny was lying in bed and her son was kissing his mother's belly, slowly continuing a trace of warm kisses downwards. When he started coming near the bush, his mother opened her legs, and he bent down and gave a kiss between them. This was just closeness and not really a sexual act, even though the boy's tongue was clearly in there and his head was bobbing vigorously for quite a while. Although this was his first time, I was sure they had done this part several times before. Finally Sunny. Tristan's pulse sped up. He knew what was happening to him and he wasn't amused. He was getting aroused.Shit!What the fuck was wrong with him? He was doing his best to ignore the erection in his pants growing bigger with each stroke of Damon's hand over his back. He held his breath, shifting so his lower half wasn't pressed against Damon. The hard-on would be a dead giveaway of how he was feeling and it was very embarrassing."I need to move." He said in a choked voice trying to move.