Proof your mom is just as much of a slut as I am." She flipped the photo album open as Brad lifted himself up and sat next to her, very intrigued. His...jaw dropped. There, in all her glory, was his mother, Sharon. The first few pictures were from some kind of camping trip. People were skinny dipping at night, and the flash was bright against their skin. His skin felt electric, from his finger tips, to his toes. It was like the first time he saw porn, and the first time he fucked his aunt. He. At the end, his hand was shaken, and he was given a letter that said that Alex Driscoll had fulfilled all the requirements of a Ph.D. in computer science, and the department and the dissertation committee recommend that the university "powers that be" grant him a Ph.D. He was told that it would take several months for all the paperwork to be processed, and the diploma be printed, since he was "out of cycle" for graduation. Still, the professors all called him Dr. Driscoll when they. "Rights," I quoted back to him using my built in dictionary and lexicon to realize which types of rights he was speaking of, "are 1) qualities — as adherence to duty or obedience to lawful authority — that together constitute the ideal of moral propriety or merit moral approval. 2) Something to which one has a just claim: as in the power or privilege to which one is justly entitled. 3) Something that one may properly claim as due. 4) The cause of truth or justice. 5) Individuals sometimes. She was not like this before but he liked it and was not going to complain. He dug into that wet muff like it was the last pie in a pie eating contest. Jill continued her story and I watched from above. Renee had a nice little body with small breasts. She was not as tall as Jill. About 56 compared to Jills 510 with long legs. Jill sported 36cs that were all real and Renee looked to be about a 34b cup. Jills did not sag like a woman that just turned 40 either. I was enjoying the view and Jill.