..and waited. Eventually, I heard a car pull onto the gravel. Slowed. Stopped. Door opening. Door closing. Footsteps. This was it! My cock twitched in...anticipation.The footsteps approahed my open window. Stopped. And there was silence. This was unnerving! Should I speak? Then a camera shutter clicked, clicked again, and again. I sensed that someone had leaned in the window. A camera shutter clicked right in front of me. Fingers grasped my nipple clamp chain - pulled hard. I gasped. The shutter. They had lunch together every day and she was welcomed at Julie’s home whenever she visited — which was often. The family had money and they weren’t afraid to spread it around. Sadly, Julie’s visits to Cindie’s home were not without incident. Something about Julie seemed to intimidate Cindie’s mom. Julie either didn’t notice or didn’t care. She acted as if she was oblivious to Donna’s petty critiques of this, that and everything. Being around Julie made Cindie happy. Cindie confided in Julie,. I was a breeding machine and constantly pumped my potent seed into the unprotected and incredibly fertile womb of my (now) gorgeous mother. Every night was like we were making porno films. I would finish up with my cockhead just barely within the lips of her pussy. When we finished my now used up cock would be ejected with a mild popping sound.It was the same thing in the morning. I would awaken with some serious 'morning wood', maybe ten inches worth. After awhile, my mom was very. When she’d visit her therapist, she’d act as if her problems were diminishing. She was becoming more and more transfixed with Thor and Tanya abusing and humiliating her, her punishment for losing Dan’s baby.“Look at me, I’m sitting here waiting for to be picked up by a couple I met only yesterday, whom I’ve barely spoken with and going with them so we can have a threesome,” she said to no one.Karen’s dark and moody thoughts were broken when she noticed John and Hilda walking hand in hand.