Even the most daring upskirt was included. It was a behind and below shot with me standing on a bench looking up into a tree and crouching slightly to...give a view of my damp crotch. She even used the flash.She set me at her computer and coached me on how to make a secret email address and how to build a profile on an erotic stories website where members could chat and send private messages and post photos. My user name was MicroBoobs69. Yes, I knew what 69 meant, but since it was also the year. Steven glanced at Heather before returning his attention to Ben, "Yes. It's not put that way in our training manuals or any of the public briefing but realistically it's what we're doing."Ben looked from one officer to the other.Heather spoke softly, "Your family is gone but your life has to go on, it's better in the long run if you let them go completely."Ben looked from one to the other again and rose to his feet, "Well, thank you very much for your concern," he said from behind a forced. Not wanting to disturb her, I decided to go to Dad's office and look up more data on lubrication.As I approached his office, I heard Mom's voice."Ooh, oh—gosh—oh yeah Chris lick my pussy -— that's it, lick your mama's wet pussy. That feels so good, oh oh oh yeah, I'm cumming Chris, drink it—drink your mama's cum right out of her pussy."I wasn't about to walk in on my mother masturbating, so I padded back upstairs and waited for her to come up and check on me. I listened to music in the. ." She shook her head. But up close I can see that you're not him. And the car isn't even the same color. There are millions of Mustangs out there..."Her voice trailed off, and I got the impression that she was gone ... At least mentally. But I was gone too. I saw what I'm sure she saw. Only we saw the same thing at a different time and from a different point of view.I saw a huge, ugly ass Dodge Ram truck slamming into the side of my car. I saw the truck hit my rear quarter panel the way the.