.'' Grace launched into some gossip about the accounts department. But I wasn't listening, I was flustered from the wine and she hadn't moved her hand...from my leg. My heart was racing.'' Hold that thought, I really need to use your bathroom, it must be the wine," I giggled nervously and I made my excuses and escaped to the bathroom. I had to tell her, I had to.I took a deep breath and pushed open the door, Grace's bathroom was at the end of the hallway and oddly recessed. Upon opening the door. I would draw a cave man quality horse and she wouldshow all the faults and draw looking horse the same amount of time.Constantly being shown how bad you are tends to kill the motivation ofmany young children. I was much the same.But the arts weren't my only interests. I loved to read. I don't everremember not reading. My parents have told me that I learned to readbefore I could talk. This mostly had to do with me not talking until Iwas 3. They thought I was just looking at pictures, but shortly. I hope you don't mind," she explained. I said nothing, as I felt my eyes lock onto her noticeable cleavage, but not before I caught her glimpsing my ever growing penis underneath my shorts. She surprised me by sitting down on a chair next to mine rather than standing and leaning against the table like before. She turned her chair towards me, and then with a sly smile, she pulled a hairbrush out of the pocket of her robe and put it on the table.The brush didn't register at first, mainly. It could be a long night.After the pictures were ready I began to view them in order. They were very clear but a little disappointing. Because of the location of the camera, a lot of the shots consisted of just the asses of the various men as they humped up and down between my girlfriend's legs. There was Hank, the fortyish lawyer, and his incredibly hairy ass. And Old Joe, the sixty-something industrial salesman, and his fat old wrinkled butt. There were a few good shots of Nikki sucking.