I eased over and took her into my arms and hugged her. “Mom, it’s alright, calm down and tell me what has you so upset.” She was still crying an... shivering when she handed me a manila envelope which was fairly thick, maybe a half inch or so and about 14”x17” in size. I took it and walked over to my father leather high back chair, sat down and opened it. A large number of 8”x10” photographs slid out and onto the desk, photographs of a variety of women, none of which was my mother.I looked at the. The sound of high heels on the hard tiles woke the sleeping man who waslying under a duvet on the couch. Josh Harris had decided he'd had toomuch to drink and therefore shouldn't drive home so he'd spent the nighton the couch. He and Sophie had waited for her parents to go to bedbefore making love. Afterward she fetched a pillow and duvet for him. Shewouldn't allow him to sleep with her because she said; she wasuncomfortable sharing her bed when in her parent's house.Looking toward the kitchen. It was quite a long session because although Michael had not had his cock inside a cunt for more than three weeks, he had quite good staying power and he had his hostess crying, "Argh, oh shit," in a Scottish accent as she came. He made her cum again before he felt his own climax about to arrive and he gave three very swift thrusts before he ejaculated hard and long.A while later they were side by side and breathing normally, when Michael asked, "You said you often go to the museum, do you. Normally, I would linger around his thighs, allowing my fingers toroam freely over the visible parts of his cock and balls. At his feet, Iwould massage the soles and each of the toes gently, allowing my hands toroam from his feet, up his calves, to his thighs. Then I would have himturn on his back. Inevitably, his cock and mine were semi-erect. I'dbegin, as before, massaging his upper torso. I'd massage his face andcheekbones, then his chest. On his chest, I would use long strokes fromhis.