My girlfriend is standing at the bottom of the bed. Each picture is of her with less and less clothes until she is standing naked. My hand is back on ...y own lesser member.Another series of pictures come through. She's crawling up the bed, her heavy but firm tits hang beneath her as she approaches him like a tiger in heat. The last picture is her looking straight at me with his bulbous helmet resting against her tongue.My heart is pounding, my pre-cum is positively flowing. I can feel my balls. Her tits were beautiful. Two soft and spongy mounds that didn't have the slightest trace of sagging. Her hard nipples stood out erect, swollen stiff.Gerta closed her eyes, and her hot tongue swiped across her mother's busty tits. She felt her mother's fingers coming closer and closer to her wet, dripping cunt.Her pussylips quivered. Sparks seemed to fly across Gerta's eyes when her mother's finger touched her sensitive downy cunt-lips.She spread her daughter's swollen pussylips apart and traced. Those feet paid a high price for their part in the events of that night but not nearly as high as the price Blake Benson paid.The story that emerged from all the investigations was that Vanessa’s father was solely responsible for that fire as he was the first time all those years ago. That first fire had seen the man convicted and sentenced accordingly. This fire, however, would see him sentenced to far a more secure prison cell than any human hands could ever build.What had finally taken Blake. Beats that wig any day. I'm certainlygrowing it when I go back to being Mark," said Rachel, stroking it oncemore."As I've said before, forget about being Mark and become Rachel fulltime. You know as much as I do how you prefer being a woman," answeredVeronica. "Now, lets go soak up some sun." * * *They found a place on the sand and laid out the towels. Veronica quicklynoted that Rachel was no longer worried about her appearance and was soonasking for the sun lotion."You sure that Mark is in.