“No you’re not, you dirty old man,” came the voice of my niece.“Guilty as charged,” I said, setting the flash off again. I was pretty sure t...e pictures would be more or less worthless. I’d be able to tell it was naked flesh, but nothing would be really clear.Suddenly a female body plastered itself to the door, compressing her breasts and pressing her belly against the glass. Luckily the camera was ready and I took the picture. Only afterwards did I think about who it might have been.“You slut,”. "Linda felt the doctor insert a finger and touching her inside. When she pulled her finger out Dr. Ruth said, "I can see why you do not receive any pleasure from masturbation. The hood covering your clitoris is extremely thick; it has to be one of the thickest hoods that I have ever seen. I am going to touch it and I want you to tell me if you feel anything at all."Linda felt the doctor put pressure at the top of her vagina and she pressed, rubbing back and fourth.Dr. Ruth asked, "Do you feel. I pointed and laughed. Her boobs had settled into her plate when she leaned her chin into her hands. I walked back to her and held out my hands to help her up. After she was standing I gently lifted each boob and licked the egg and bacon grease from below each nipple. Breakfast of Champions!I watched her naked body for a minute as she started to clear the dishes, then went to see about clearing biker Joe's pigsty from the corner of the living room. All that was left was the chair. Mary had. It was as if the years in between had fallen away, and she no longer felt any awkwardness. Tessa concluded her tale:‘Anyway, it had fizzled out between me and Brad, whatever there was at the start. He didn’t want to stay, and I didn’t want to keep him. The divorce was quite amicable, really – oh, his affair, that was just an excuse, it wasn’t the cause. By then, we were just staying together for the kids’ sakes, and that’s not always the best thing to do – you can get bitter, and blame them.