My eyes travelled back up, reversing their previous path, to take in her brilliant smile. Stammering and blushing an instant exotic pink, she haltingl... spoke."Un... er... do you want to... my... a... I mean... would you like my... No!... er... um... a... would you just like to take my... oh, hell!... Buy some cookies?!"Her eyes had been flickering downward, and I realized the source of her confusion. My purple headed 'mr. wonderful' was peeking from between the folds of my. “You look good enough to eat, Brandy.”“TTThhank you,” not sure what to make of his words. “Take off your clothes for me, Brandy.” Michael picked up his camera, aiming it at her, seeing the surprised look on her face.Each time she had stripped for him in her own bedroom, she never really knew or saw him, more of a surreal scene then this. It was the middle of the day, the sun shining brightly; Michael only a few feet from her, his camera trained on her. He was filming her, expecting her to strip. .. he begins to squirm. God Damn, I like that, let's me know he wants it. Wants it in him.... wants ME in him.... I want ME in him. I'm rubbing his asshole, starting to work my finger in... He turns and drops to his knees, pulling down my pants. I'm hard as a fucking rock. My cock nearly slaps him in the face.... before I have time to sigh or even say anything, he's sucking me. God, he was incredible. Best fucking blow jobs I ever had. Good thing the movie was loud, or, someone surely would. But I digress. Becky can take care of herself. You’ve seen her Gregory, she’s positively superhuman. I’m proud to be her mother, when she’s not making trouble that is.”“Courtney wants-”“Yes I know,” Rachel said, standing up. “And now that you’ve ruined the mood completely I might as well go pick Becky up from the school. She spends Saturdays at the Polk Junior High School gym, and it’s the only time I get to myself.”And with that, Rachel Finklestein wrapped herself in her coat and left. Moments.