Tall and blond, smooth skin and blemish free, always shaving her pussy, and a love of all things sexual.It was of no surprise to some of us, who knew ...er, that she became mired in Porn.Just after her 16th birthday she called me to say she was going down for an audition for a series to aired on Swedish West coast TV, and of course she was chosen, for a few parts, not that she minded, as one of the cameramen, took her to the side and propositioned her, for a part in an adult movie, if she was. So I struck out. I started to hate life and became very depressed.One day I was in our room on the bed crying. I just lay there on our queen size bed sobbing. I was so horny, I had no luck with the girls, and to top it off, I could never go out because we had no money.Mom walked into the room and sat next to me, so I buried my face into my pillow. I didn't want her to see me this way. I was embarrassed that my mother could hold it together, and I was losing it. After all, I was only sixteen. As they gave a performance of the Beethoven that was as good as most that Laura had heard on discs, she stared with fascination and then longing at the tan skin above the shimmering green behind the mahogany of the cello, then up to her fiery eyes and perfectly done jet-black hair, then over to the slightly darker tan above the vivid blue shining out against the lacquered black of the piano, so similar to the black of the pianist’s hair. She watched as they communicated with eyes and slight. Admirable, Sergeant." Thank you, sir." The sniper looked straight forward, as if the speech had worn him out, a faintly unnerving smile on his lips.Finally, the major said, "Please continue. How did you deal with the driver?"The sniper snapped out of his reverie, "I incapacitated him, sir." Incapacitated?" Yes, sir. I snapped his neck." You killed him?" Yes, sir ... after which he showed a distinct lack of capacity."In the wrong tone of voice, the words could be considered insubordinate. But,.