Jake chuckled, sliding off the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he told her before heading downstairs to get a drink of water. Sitting in the Wexlers�...�� living room, with a glass of water by his side and his phone in hand, Jake took a moment to look back at some of the images he’d saved. Particularly those from the last week. Petra had come into possession of a veritable treasure-trove of candid pictures of herself. She wouldn’t tell him anything about how, although it was obvious she’d “acquired” them. "In the future?" The child suggested. Taking me completely by surprise."A very long time in the future, Ottilie." Jean replied, with a smile.A little confusingly -- from my perspective -- but obviously satisfied, Ottilie smiled back at Jean and then turned to me. "Mother and Aunt Chaise are on their way up from the beach daddy; they wont be long. Shall, I turn the kettle on?" Good idea Ottilie. I'm sure your mother and Jean here would enjoy a cup of tea together."The youngster smiled back and. Cara giggled. "Now they think that you and me are lovers," she said."I don't care what they think," said Laura. "But I do love you, and I love Ami too. Honey, do you think we could all live together if we didn't love each other?" So you're saying you love me, but it's a different kind of love," said Cara."No," said Laura, "it's never as easy as that. You can't quantify love or put labels on it. We just express it in different ways."Cara twirled her spoon in the melting ice cream. "But," she. After a few minutes of slobbering on his cock, he asked if if I wanted to get fucked, and reached down with his hands to help me stand up. Although I willing went into the restroom up to this point I had not really given this much thought, or worse planning. I've never been fucked before and here I was without any condom or lube. As he moved to get behind me he pushed his had on my back so I was bent over at the waist, trying to keep my balance as my pant were around my ankles. Without any talk.