Wanting to see my son’s reaction to a more risqué pose, I stood with my legs apart and the gown gathered between them. I knew he would get a view o... my stockings and garter belt. Even a glimpse of my panties that were slowly becoming wet.Ricky was continually commenting as he took photo after photo. Of course, they were all complimentary and referred to my body parts.My son was able to perfectly frame an upwards angled shot of my boobs standing proudly prominent and up to my face with me. One hit with his fist. The guy had dropped like he'd been shot in the head. Julian was frighteningly violent.All day they'd been running; bus rides, walking, more bus rides, endless tiring movement as they made their way out of the city. She was exhausted, hungry, and dirty. Julian's arms tightened around her, almost like he could feel her worries. She sighed. Would he get his memory back? Where would they go? What would happen next?Disturbing images flashed behind closed eyes, a kaleidoscope. . the orgasms began to hurt. Her clitoris was too sensitive. At first, this manifested itself when she got two ‘pleasures’ in a row, but eventually each vibration hurt and aroused her equally. She counted fifteen men, when the sixteenth entered. No faking was needed with him. ?Johnny!? she screamed.With a swagger, he approached, reaching deep into his loose trousers to pull out... it was average. She expected a huge member, but it was normal. His piss was normal, except it was Johnny Brown’s. This turned into a long, passionate kiss and I started to relax. Then his right hand moved to my right tit and started caressing it causing me to moan through the kiss. My embarrassment was all gone and was replaced by wonderful feelings that I had never experienced before. When the kiss finally broke I lay back in Ethan’s arm and said, “That was amazing Ethan.”“Look at you Claire, nearly naked in my arms and not a hint of embarrassment or even shyness.”“Stop it, I’ll get embarrassed if I think.