The weather hadn't been anything to really write home about but it had been good enough to allow her lace trimmed jean shorts and white short sleeved ...utton up. She had lunched on hot fish and chips wrapped in paper whilst stood watching the breakers from the little boardwalk and snacked on hot Belgian waffles running with chocolate from a street vendor near the community park. She had felt the sea wind on her face and smiled at the simple pleasures she had had on this pressure free day. To end. From my position I can see Grant's ball sack, and it is slapping his mother's thighs on every deep insertion stroke of his cock. She is making little mewing sounds. I notice that every once in a while Grant raises himself up higher off of his mother to look down between her legs. He's really getting off, watching his cock thrust deep into his mother's cunt. Every time he watches it he lets out a little moan. Occasionally Linda releases Grant's ass and reaches down between her legs to massage. . oh Damn!, we have to! I have to! I can't stand it -- I've got to cum!"And with this, all last remnants of puritan morality and restraint fled, and Georgia uttered a sharp, piteous cry of anguished desire. If only he had made her climax with his tongue, perhaps she wouldn't be so vulnerable. But it was too late now to ponder the imponderable; she was hooked. A mere slave of the flesh to his ardent whims, as she scrambled for the pillows, stacking them high under her buttocks and hips so that. And now certainly didn't seem the moment to broach the subject."But anyhow," Igwanda was continuing, "Al pointed out that if we do get stranded somehow down here there's really not much point to the Ark going home anyway, and it's a pretty small risk compared to the ones we've already taken. We won't order him to do it, that's not right since it's just us and not part of Eden Rescue, but would you ask him if he would?"She smiled to herself. "I can guarantee he will," she said. "Do you want.