#60844 - Being a watcher is a very passive activity but one in which you retain a degree of control over your decision to watch, but the conversations would leave me turned on and squirming uncomfortably, especially in the car. Dad was stretched out naked on the sofa; his feet resting on a padded foot stool, with one hand he slowly stroked his swelling shaft. When my head stopped spinning, I opened my eyes, my parents pace has slowed mum lay forward on dads legs, grasping his ankles, most of the motion was from him easing he back and froth, it was with utter delight, that I saw him withdraw and with an almost theatrical flourish he came over mum s back and cheeks, the flow issuing in a shallow arc of thick pearlesence.