I was getting really horny now, and happily the next shot revealed it all. Lying straddled on the edge of the bed, her giant tits squashed between her...arms, smooth tanned belly leading down to a moist pinkness just visible behind a thick black bush - not like the girls in my night college, all shaved and hairless. Suddenly, a strict voice errupted from behind me - "What do you think your doing young man?"- and I jumped and dropped the photos all over the floor. "Im sorry" I said, sounding. I pull the collar I found earlier from my pocket, when she sees it I notice a slight fearful look appears in her eyes. I stroke her cheek again. “Calm down pet, there's nothing to worry about.” With that she settles back down again. “Where did you get this from?” She hesitated for a moment, clearly worried about how I'd react. I spoke up again, this time more forcefully and lightly slapping the side of her ass as I spoke. “Your mistress asked you a question my pet. Where did you get it?” She. She was especially happy on a specific Christmas Day, in 2010 ( A/N: This takes place in 2060, when Randy is eighty-five, so bear with this.). Flashback It’s Christmas Day, and Stacy and I are at her parents’ house. I had already asked Stacy’s father for permission to marry her, being as old-fashioned as I am. As Stacy was opening presents, I was watching her, waiting for the perfect time to propose. ‘Stacy,’ I said. I had put the ring inside her stocking. I made sure she didn’t see me doing. The mussels and ridges of his body. His sex, nestled and content in a nest of pubic hair. Hips flatter and looking sturdier than any woman's. Here and there were a scar or two, which I'm sure marked chapters and memories of his life. Wide shoulders divided by his shoulder blades, which begged to be touched and kissed. The smooth strong jaw line all of what made a man so wonderful to look at.Making it a full 360 he was concerned when he saw the frown had actually returned to my brow."Ah come on.