”Phew, that wasn’t bad was it?“And how about this idea the girls weren’t fully clothed? I have heard about kids using those photo booths for s...lfies ... I don’t know why when they all have phones.”“Well they were fully clothed as far as I know. To be honest I didn’t ask what they wanted the photos for, they just asked me for change and then to help get it working.” I was pretty sure Maggie was a decade or more out of date, but I wasn’t going to look that gift horse in the mouth.“Yes of course.. ”“And your husband’s name?”“Ryan Ellis.”“Tell me, Mrs. Ellis, do you and your husband ever experiment with… remote control titillation?”Lauren felt her face turn as red as her clown nose.“What? I… ohhh… I don’t know what that is. Ohmygod. What do you mean?”“I think you know what I mean,” the cop smiled. “And may I recommend you and your husband find less public places for remote control play?”Lauren sighed in resignation—or it maybe it was a disguised moan.“Yeah, sure. I’ll tell him.”“Okay, be. His eyes lit up immediately. When I returned after four minutes, I found the Englishman changed place with April. Standing and already holding April's gigantic DD+ bare boobs together, his thumbs rubbing those huge brown nipples, his pants dropped to his feet, his full erection sliding quickly up and down between her massive firm boobs. He was drooling on her boobs, helping to lubricate. April also licked his glans each time it emerged from her monster boobs. He was so focused that he did not. If she bent over or sat with her legs even slightly spread, her shaved pussy would be on display for any who cared to look.Susan knew she would have a very erotic effect on the Dean who was on the back side of middle-aged. Her experience as a cheerleader had given her the confidence she needed to use her body to accomplish her goal. Her goal at the time was to please Jason by providing Dean Malcomb with an afternoon delite he would never forget.Dean Malcomb was getting older, but was not dead..