The pictures I had witnessed were nothing less than pornographic - the sort of stuff you would never dare show your wife or girlfriend. The stuff you ...aved for a buddies bachelor party - you know the really graphic hardcore shit.Well - that hardcore shit had my mother in every pose, every photo. She was doing things I had never even imagined, sexually I mean.Two rivers of tears were streaming down mother's cheeks - her mascara running ghoulishly. She stood in terror as I starred her down for. Placing it in an envelope addressing it too her.She was the first person that the green pen had not fooled, this was something that I would have to add to my report and investigate further. The next day the first time that I met Barbara I just handed her the letter and walked away. At the end of the last class that day she gave me a letter in reply. That night I must of read that letter 10 times, and still didn’t know quite what to make of it. It rambled on about the meaning of life. At the time I thought nothing of it, but after each item ofclothing was removed I was told to wait.When my solid panties were removed Marie told me to open up and they werepushed into my mouth. I now tasted my own cum, three different lovejuices in the space of a few moments, my errection responded and startedto grow.I lay on the bed with nothing on my privates and the butt plug stillfirmly in place. Marie ordered me to lift my legs then to open them wide,again I was told to wait. After a few. Then she spotted him following far behind. There was nobody upstairs as she walked down the hallway. She could hear his footsteps and knew it was him, but she dared not turn around. The moonlight caught her eye. There was a bright full moon and it was shining through a window in a darkened room. She entered the room to gaze at the pretty moon. It was some sort of game room and there was a large pool table there. Then she heard him enter the room. Perhaps now they would chat, she thought. But.