You shoot at her with the cruel, inhuman speed of the shutter. What you seek is truth. In a thousandth of a second, the nitrate film shackles her. It ...aptures every flaw of her pale skin, the birth mark in the valley of her breasts, the flesh folding in the curve of her hips, the print of your cock on her lipstick, a stream of tears on her cheeks. The sperm on her face will turn into bright quicksilver.The truth. The beauty of a woman soiled... Click. You got the bitch.Dazzled by the flash, she. We are..fat and old&hellip,your young and beautiful body is worthy for some man whos young and handsome..not an unattractive old man like me Craig said in a quite nervous tone. Your kindly and gentle are attractive for me, look so strong and like the cuddly uncles, and..look like your friend also hard yet she said and the bulge on Craigs kilt. His face still on the unbelievable expression. If thats ye desire&hellip,Go ahead n check lass. She reached a hand under his kilt and felt along his. " Are we going to call our son that?" It'd be rather fun and Dad would be thrilled but would it be fair on the boy in this day and age? He'd be known as Bert." Or Bertie." A bit PG Wodehousey." Nonsense. George VI was called Bertie." Hmm."There was a knock at the door. They looked at each other in puzzlement."Come in," called Mark as they both sat up.A maid came in with two glasses on a tray. "With the compliments of General and Mrs Collins," she said. "Champagne cocktails," she addedwide—eyed. Yvette can’t resist. She doesn’t want to. She finds a new and powerful desire: to see mother and son love each other. ‘But that isn’t going to happen, is it?’ she thinks.Jane looks up into Ashley's eyes before turning to Yvette. With one hand she reaches out to cup Yvette's left breast, stroking and caressing its soft flesh. Then, simultaneously, she moves her mouth to Jane's breast while reaching out blindly to her son. Her hand reaches his shoulder and she pulls him down towards Yvette's free.