There were copious amount of white sticky jizz everywhere. "Just great" he mumbled "now moms going to think I was jacking of again." Charles Adams, or...Chuck as he thought of himself, had finally had enough."Damn it" he thought "I'm 35 years old I shouldn't have to worry about my mother finding cum stains in my bed." But he figured this is what happens when you live at home. As he left his childhood and now adult room and tromped down stairs to the kitchen, he again lamented the fact that he was. ‘I’m so sorry Kyle.’ I went to respond but I was interrupted by Mrs. Johnston. ‘KYLE ANDERSON!’ I jumped a little bit at the force of hearing my own name. ‘Don’t you have detention right now in room 106?’ Yes mother, I thought, but went with the more conventional ‘Yes Mrs. Johnston, I’ll be there in a minute.’ I turned back to Ash. ‘NO! NOW! GET MOVING!’ I took a couple steps and glanced back at Ash. ‘I’ll call you after work tonight.’ ‘I’d like that.’ she said with a smile. I walked into. Well, not quite. I do have a thin wrap that I use tocover the view of my breasts that are otherwise clearly visible throughthe blouse. I feel vulnerable; much too exposed to be standing here aloneon a crowded public street. Could things get any worse? Don't answerthat, it's a rhetorical question. I already know the answer and it's adefinite yes!For the umpteenth time that day, I flick my head sideways in an attemptto clear a very persistent lock of blond hair from my eye. This too is. Shall we do the photos first? We can take some before and after waxing.Do you have a man you can pose with? Photographic erotica is peculiar. Digital editing is allowed, but editing is frowned upon. So rather than edit a man into the prints, if we had a man, we could finish late tonight."Don took me into his salon/studio converted bedroom, pointed to the recliner, said, "Strip."He turned all of the electrics and flashes on full power, then rechecked the cameras and their settings. A room.