But after few months my friends told me about spy camera and given it to me. I started shooting the mothers video when she was bathing, having sex wit... father etc., I used to look at them and masturbate at least 5 times a day. I was hungry for her, no hot girl was interesting me more than my mother.I used to watch my friends mothers videos, no-one was near my mother. I wouldn’t share my mothers with them :P.I was deviated from studies, I have fallen from top position from lower. Still my. “Anyway, sweet romantic librarians are much more interesting,” he teased, as he closed the book.Rebecca stared at him in awe. Not once since she met him had he said or done anything that didn’t resonate with her psyche. In addition, he always looked right into her eyes as he talked to her. It was as if he could drill directly into her core. Sometimes as they talked, she caught herself leaning toward him, her lips drawn to his like iron filings to a magnet. She knew that if he made any hint of a. She looked around the room trying to find something real to look at but every time her eyes fixed on something that seemed solid it blurred before her melting away as the shadows increasing around it till their charcoal grey blackness bled over them enveloping them in its inky blackness. The darkness seemed to spread over every surface of the room slowly crawling up the side of the bed and covering the sheets penetrating her body pressing down on her making it almost impossible to breath. The. Holding her in my arms, I kissed the top of her head and mumbled sweet nothings, wishing I could absorb her pain.Two days later, she began to withdraw. She would eat, sleep, and watch television: mostly children's shows. She didn't want to talk to anyone or see anyone, other than Tom, Helen, or me. And, then, the three of us were kept at arm's length. She spoke when she had to. She also stopped caring about her appearance, letting her hair go unwashed or combed, and she would wear the same.