All of the songs they had mentioned were songs I really liked, songs I sang in the shower when I was sure no one was upstairs to hear me. Had I really...sung in public?“Okay, maybe. Maybe I sang, but I know, I am one thousand percent certain that I can’t carry a tune. I tried out for a musical in eighth grade and made my music teacher ill. The drama teacher, who loved me and always cast me in the best roles, told me to stick to acting and leave musical theater alone.” I told them, feeling better.. ” I tried to apologize again. She slapped my across the face pretty hard. “Do not try to lie to me pervert. You knew exactly what you were doing. I asked you a question. How long?” She yelled.I tried hard not to let the tears fall from my eyes but after that slap it was hard. “T..two years at least,”She sat there at the end of the bed and spread her legs open showing her glistening wet pussy “Well is this what you wanted to see, huh. You wanted to see mommies pussy? You wanted to touch it you. It was a one-piece style bathing suit since she was on the heavier side. David felt his cock growing inside of his boxers. The sight of her body was pleasing to David. She was not a knockout like his mother, but he suspected she would be just as whorish.David and Mrs. Williams went outside to the deck. They sat down, and she gave him a beer. She smiled and batted her eyelashes, and began flirting with David."Where is Mr. Williams?" He's in Europe on business. He goes away a lot." I bet. Her face was hidden, just like the other pictures he’d received, but knowing her allowed him to fill in the blank. That one picture was worth every ounce of effort he’d put forth. The one below it nearly gave him a heart attack. Sam scrolled down, his heart pounding as the picture rose into view. His toy was half buried in her moist canal, her nether lips clinging to it. The photo was taken up close, from a point of view angle. His eyes drank in every crease and crinkle of her folds while his.