He turned to us as he asked, What are those doing hanging there? Your grandma had them hanging there so we left them there, I replied. Jack looked bac... to his medals as his eyes went from bright to dull. He turned from them almost with disgust in his eyes as he returned and sat down on the bed. Is something wrong Jack? I asked. I deserve no medals for what I did or did not do there as well as for what I did to you Ann, Jack replied hanging his head. I lifted his head as I said, Jack you did. I had cuddled my head right in between her tits, I loved the way her big breasts felt so soft. I had been sleeping like that and finding every excuse to be near her breasts since I could remember. I dont know at what point she stopped breastfeeding me, but sometimes when I squeezed or slept on top of one, milk would come out. I always thought it was normal, but it had been a few years since last time she breastfed me, but she was still lactating. I didnt think of it until much later that the. Blogspot.com. I write this with the permission of both he and the model featured in “The Bet”, and with his collaboration. He especially helps with some of the Italian phrasing, which I don’t speak. I present to you this tale of a bet gone wrong. You will also find links to his other photographic works. Please enjoy “The Bet”.One of the characters in this story is taking photographs to send to Maria’s husband. When Matteo sends them, you can see the photos he sent by checking #BramleyApple’s. The pull and release of my muscles as I glide across the wet cobblestone, coming steadily towards her. I admire her naked body as she runs. A perfect specimen. I can sense her fear, her breath increasing, her blood spiked with adrenaline. No one can see us, and she runs deeper into the alley. 'Does she honestly think she can escape me?'Just as I finish the thought I'm on top of her, pinning her roughly to the ground. I flip her over to face me, her expression showing nothing but fear. I feel.