It was taken from the chair that Tom was sitting in so he had the exact same view as the photo. It showed Judy sitting on the couch just like she was....Hand me the next photo. I gave it to Judy. After a little hesitation, she turned a little towards Tom. She looked at me to see if I really wanted her to do this. When I said, "Go ahead Hon," she slowly raised her right leg and put it on the couch. The way she was turned towards him and with one leg on the couch and the other on the floor he had a. The combination of preparation, long awaited fulfilment of his desires, watching her, knowing she had no idea, her flawlessness and vulnerability at this very moment, had him blasting his seed within a few minutes.She was his first, she had his cherry, so to speak and the moment of ejaculation had him crying out. It was better than he had dreamed and her accommodating body was infinitely better than the rough skin of his palms.He lay on top of her as the spasms of his climax diminished.Then, he. She turned again to face him directly; meeting his eyes with her own while running her fingers through her wet hair under the shower. Affording him a purposeful and prolonged view of her matronly yet voluptuous figure, she took unspoken delight in his nervous but failed attempts to avoid gazing upon her large breasts, or the dark but trimmed pubic triangle between her legs. Even more delightful was the look of quiet panic on Tristan's face when his huge organ began to thicken and lengthen. McAllen," the lieutenant said after I saluted, something we seldom did unless someone else was around."Ma'am," I said, nodding at her and holding her eyes for a moment. They were gray-green, her eyes, deep and clear like a pool with mossy banks."I don't guess you knew her husband. He was artillery, a good man. Got killed. Caisson blew up, him and four men just about disappeared." I'm right sorry, Ma'am," I said, and she gave me her gloved hand briefly and pinched her lips down to a narrow.