What do you see?" My hair." Good. What else?" My face." That's what's missing. There are plenty of great pictures of you skiing down the mountain but ...hey could be anybody with a killer body and a tight outfit. We need one or two where somebody can tell that it's you, without a doubt." I agree."They came into the living room."Cool. How do you feel? Are you up for it?" Yeah. I feel great." Good. Lets go back downstairs, get set up and take some pictures." Will I need the stuff I took off?" Yeah,. No questions asked."I was sitting at the bar with my third beer trying not to think too much or I might decide to stiff my cock sucking date but I couldn't help thinking about the feeling of having a warm, hard dick in my mouth again and the taste of warm cum filling my mouth. I was getting excited anticipating my awaiting adventure. At 7:50, I drank up, paid my tab and started the short walk over to the hotel. I was a little nervous as this was out of character for me. I'm a married man with a. 45's stacked upon the record changer. She'd pulled out both of our cases of records & set them under the little table. I hadn't went thru those cases in quite a while. It made me want to be disc jockey, now. Jockey discs and watch them. But, my name had been called.They'd been talking in whispers when I breached the doorway, I heard them stop before she called my name. The white cotton jumper was not disturbed whatsoever, as it adorned her from her neck to her ankles, her feet bare---her. Curious, Cathy sat down and asked, “What do you need me to do?”Adjusting her position to put her closer to her daughter, Sharon put her arms around Cathy and gave her a hug. Even as she did it, she realized that it was the first time she had hugged her daughter in at least six years. She said, “Nothing. Just sit here and let me feel my little girl in my arms. I wish I could help you, but I don’t know what the problem is. It hurts me to see you in such pain.”Cathy went rigid and then a shudder.