I couldn't help the confidence which oozed from my body, Jake always wanted photos that I was more than willing to send.I knew the effects my young, i...nocent body had on mum's boyfriend around the house. Even though he tried so hard to look away, I always caught his eyes wandering up and down my body. To be fair, I'd stopped wearing any bras or panties around the house. My pussy was always clean-shaven, my nipples were always achingly hard. I'd bend over and he'd be choking or coughing because. I just allowed his fingers to brush my cock before easing him out the door. I had a strange dream that night where Ty and I were egaged in a very intense sexual encounter, sweating and panting, when Ty's grandmother suddenly burst into the room and began beating the both of us with an enormous bible. The woman was screaming hysterical. We both cowered from her blows. Just as she raised this bible which seemed to grow larger with each blow I suddenly awoke and lay in my bed gasping and shaking.. It is still decorated for Christmas and always will be. There is a tree in the corner with baubles and lights. Underneath the tree are presents. Garland is strung up and down the stairwell. Stockings are hung by the fireplace that is as cold and dark as my heart. Sitting in my favorite chair I look up on the wall to the painting we had commissioned on our eighth Wedding Anniversary, a portrait of my wife Francis holding our newborn twin daughters Alexis and Amanda. That half Mona Lisa smile. “No, I’m keeping them.”“I think I missed a bit.”“Missed a bit?”“Yes, just inside my right labia,” she explained. “It feels a bit bristly.”Larry sighed.“I expect you would notice it too if you were inside me right now; fucking me hard like you do so well.”He sighed again.“Bet you have a stiffy don’t you?”“You... you are so shameless for one so young.”“I am twenty-one, you know.”“Yes... I suppose twenty-one-year-olds today are much more open about sex than they were in my day?”“How old.