Of course, my immediate reaction was ... Angie! I stopped and took a long look. Yeah, maybe Angie, same hair, may a trifle (a very small trifle) thick...r, with a matching toddler type girl in a matching bikini. But then there was the obvious inconsistency, Angie didn't have any children.I stood there in a fog of my own making, certainly not caused by the warm air of the ocean. God knows how long I might have stood there were it not for the Angie wannabe standing up and intruding into my personal. He said that he could do the job and have 50 copies of the picture by noon tomorrow. Naturally, he charged me extra for having to work all night on the project, but I figured that $1.50 was a fair price for 50 copies of a useable picture.The next day, I went to the printer at about 10:30 AM, and the pictures were ready. I was amazed at how good a job the artist had done in capturing the likeness of Eve Van Steel. I paid for the work and took the pictures with me to find Aaron Blumberg. I hoped. ’ I walked away leaving the door open. Minutes later I heard the door to the bathroom close, and then the toilet flushed. Almost twenty minutes later she walked into the kitchen wearing the same T-shirt and shorts. I noticed this time she was wearing a bra. She sat down without talking. A large glass of milk and another of orange juice was in front of her. I put down a plate with three pieces of toast each topped with two poached eggs accompanied by about eight slices of bacon. I put a couple. There was little to no sag in them and her nipples jutted out. She was amazing, and she knew it.She pulled the bedcovers off me and lay down next to me. Her hand wrapped around my cock and she started to jerk me off. It felt better than jerking myself off and I enjoyed the sensation immensely. She leant over to me, kissing me gently on the cheek.“So Josh, are you a virgin? Have you ever had sex with a girl?” I shook my head. “Would you like to fuck granny? I would love to be your first.”All I.