Them my attention became focused, an old man who I only knew from waving to him stopped and waved. I could see him taking a second look, probably not ...elieving his eyes. Then he started to make his way up closer, I pleaded to my husband who only laughed and continued to stroke his cock. Now the old guy is two feet from the glass, I could see him rubbing himself over his slacks. I tried to turn away but was unable, I guess he took this as permission and he pulled his cock out. It was very. “You don't know what it is?” I said with concern. As a single mother, I'd neglected a few difficult discussions. I truly didn't even think he was old enough.“I know what ‘IT’ is!” he said defensively. “I just don't know...” He shrugged without finishing.After staring at the stiff bulge in my son's boxers for a moment, watching it twitch, I asked, “What brought this on? Was it something in your video game?” I asked accusingly.“No! That’s stupid!” He said like I was an idiot.His eyes then flashed. I can see traces of thislipstick smeared along the dildo. "Swallow it sweetheart," he says."Come on, a little more, a little more. You can do it," the photographerencourages. I don't think I can take any more of it without gaggingwhich would ruin the whole shot. But I do my best to follow hisinstructions, to respond to his enthusiastic encouragement. He has suchfaith in me! I'd hate to disappoint him. That's how I am. I'm a people-pleaser, essentially. As it turns out, he's right. I can swallow. "Ohhh, fuck," he moaned as his hand brushed against her hairless, sopping wet cunt. "Now I know they weren't lying, were they? Your pussy really is shaved; you really do shave that hot little pussy bald! How would the others know that unless thy have seen it?" "Mmmmm, yes I do, Baby," Kathy whimpered excitedly. "Yes, I do shave it. Sometimes I even let guys shave it for me. It makes them so hot to prop me up on the bathroom vanity, smear shaving gel all over my little naughty pussy, and then.