Tights. Blouse. Skirt. Bra. Knickers. I put my earrings on top of the dressing table and studied my body in the mirror. *I look like shit.* Getting up...from the bed Gavin kissed me softly on the nape of my neck and wrapped his hairy arms around me from behind. *Youre gorgeous* he said. He clasped my breasts/ one in each smooth palm. I could smell his Kouros aftershave billowing around me and feel his warm stomach pressing against my back. His hardening penis nestled against the cheeks of my bum.. " Sorry, mother. I thought I was talking to one of my girlfriends." Susan looked at her mother watching her wring her hands again, only this time faster."You had group sex with the football team?" It's called a gang bang, a train, and when the quarterback huddled up, as if to make a play, well, all the other guys, his teammates—" I don't want to hear anymore. I don't want to know, Susan, please. I'm sick to my stomach with the thoughts of you having sex with so many men." Sorry, Mother. As far. We cuddled like this for some minutes, occasionally turning mouths together and kissing, sometimes quick while I peered around but nobody was near, so occasionally deep, long tongue-in-throat kisses. I reached across Mae’s body, ostensibly to get my beer, but this time reached lower, to her legs and straight up under her skirt. She gasped, but opened her legs wider, and I took that as a ‘Go’ signal to head straight for her cunt. The cushion under her was sopping wet as my hand unerringly found. .. er Charles. I think she looks very beautiful. And I was admiring the use of shadow and light to bring up her curves. They are more art than .... well you know." Porn – you can say it Jim. No, they're not porn. I don't take porn pictures of my family. They are articistic nudes, sometimes erotic nude studies. There's a distinct line between porn and erotica and I don't cross it. Here, have a look at this next one and you'll see what I mean."I stepped up to stand in front of the photo he was.