One day my friend was the mummy and as I lay on top of him I could feel his cock growing hard under my ass. I held my breath for a moment, not sure wh...t to do. Do I pretend it’s not happening? Do I get up and call him names? I just lay there, scared to move, to breathe. I felt his breath on my ear, hot and soft, then my own cock started to harden. I slowly eased off of him and incorporated it into our story.“This mummy is dead! How is he getting hard!”My friend just lay there as I reached out. I had my own little piece of the garden where I grew my own flowers, although they almost always died because mom said I gave them too much water. Mom would always help me and always had new flowers for me from her own garden. She says that one day I’ll get the hang of it and I’ll have the most beautiful flower garden of the world. Although sometimes she suggests I should be planting water lilies instead.Daydreaming of my beautiful flowery garden, I walked inside and looked for my mother but I. After what felt like minutes, I pulled out my phone again, and before she could react I took a full-body photo of her. She gasped in protest and made to cover herself, but I simply twirled my finger in the air. She hesitated again, clearly embarrassed. But then, sure enough, she turned around and I took another photo of her nude body from behind. When she heard the click of the camera, she faced me again.I looked into Malika's eyes again. Her expression was one of slight confusion and unease,. “Would you care to join us for a drink?” I asked.“Well,” he looked around still unsure of what to make ofthe situation.“Yeah,” Kate said. “Why don’t you join us at the bar?”“Ok.” Mark said and he followed us up the street to thehotel lounge.We sat at a tall table in the bar and chatted a drink.Kate was nursing a glass of Chardonnay while Mark and Ihad a beer. She kept looking at me with inquisitiveeyes. I tried my best to.