It flashed.My pussy spasmed on my fingers. He took a picture of my tits. Of Clint's hand squeezing my breast. My back arched. My head snapped back. A ...powerful explosion burst in the depths of my pussy. The friction of my fingers churned waves of rapture through my body.Flash!My seat creaked as I spasmed and gasped. I opened my lips, moaning in abject pleasure. Clint's fingers found my nipple. Pinching it. Pulling it. Twisting it. Pleasure shot down to my spasming pussy. My fingers plunged in. She moaned with each rapid down-thrust, becoming lost in the moment as the sound of their skin slapping against each other juddered through both of their bodies. The smooth flanks of her inner thighs were aching from their night of sex but she ignored the minor discomfort. She changed direction, now rotating her hard buttocks in circles on his cock. His hands found her breasts again. Her nipples were deliciously hard against his palms, but the speed of her movements was such that he was unable. .. strange."Walt Hawkins observed the exchange between his children with feigned disinterest. In fact, he was alert to every gesture, every word, every nuance of their conversation. He, like his wife, desperately wanted this to work. So far, all the signs were good. Kim had exhibited considerable self-control by coming downstairs without a fuss. Now she was having a normal conversation with her brother. "Well, 'normal' is a relative term," Walt reflected. Still, it seemed to be working. Walt. After a around fifteen minutes they parted but Donna's face was close to Karen's and as she looked at her all teary Donna leaned in and kissed her. She pulled apart but donna moved with her and kissed her again, this time she let her and kissed her back. As Donna pulled away she got a tissue and wiped her eyes, running her hand down her face she leaned in and kissed her again.Laying her back into the sofa Donna untied her blouse and as it fell off her shoulders she was wearing a black bra,.