"Ok, ladies! Go head. Get in close for me." Come on, smile grouchy," said Mandy, as she went on one side and Faithon the other. Trisha snapped a few s...ots."So take a few solos while we just pack our stuff," said Faith."So where's your back pack, Tommy," said Mandy, coming into the room nowdressed in her cheerleader outfit."In the closet near the front door, why?" said Tommy."Because you'll be carrying a cheerleader backpack, and not that uglyskull thing you have now," said Mandy. "Just smile. I was numb from the experience of actually feeling what Silvia felt like on my cock, when she finely caught her breath she rolled onto her side kissed me and whispered ‘mummy is very full’ took hold of my head and guided me down between her legs to clean her spunk filled pussy, once l had cleaned her hole we went to sleep.We had been at the site for 6 days and become friendly with the old couple who one evening invited Silvia and me to the village pub, she gave me a make-over and did a good. Mom seemed to be walking around the house with a little more of a spring in her step, she seemed happier than I had seen her in years. Dad too, was smiling a lot more than he used to. When he could, he too would join Mom and me in our workouts. I also noted that the weights would be different when I went to use them the following day. I think he was sneaking down stairs at night to get in a little more work before going up to bed. One day I even found a couple of his old ties wrapped around the. No. I mean, you come in and you see her there.' He gestured toward his posing stand. "She's motionless.'"Okay, she's still. For maybe five minutes. What's the art in that? No value added.' Carl and I have this conceit that art has to "add value' to reality. It's our 'economic theory of art' or maybe our 'theory of economic art' — we've never raised it above a gag."You're right. Perhaps it's just a passing idea. But, I really think there's an opportunity there for something new. A beautiful.