I didn't hear her reply.I arrived at the bank in plenty of time. I kept a saving accountthere where I deposited birthday and Christmas cash gifts. I'd...een doing it since I was small and had a pretty impressivebalance. Renting a safe deposit box was no problem. Alone inthe little room I transferred the pictures to my box. Icarefully selected the ones I wanted to keep out. One was apicture of my Dad penetrating Mom with a dildo. One showed Dadon top of Aunt Pam with his cock in her. She didn't. Work, home, wank, cum. I had a few new favourite cumpilation videos, some lasting over an hour. With these I could really indulge, my left hand stroking and squeezing, my right on the computer mouse, clicking, scrolling for my favourite cumshots, repeating them, pausing for that perfect shot of a cum splattered face eagerly wanting more. This was always my favourite. A thick rope of cum on her face, the desperate look on her face wanting more, wanting it all. Once I had found this perfect shot. When we were in second grade, George's dad deserted him and his mom for one of the girls down at Gordon's Market, where everyone buys groceries. Taking up for Shirley and the community pitched in to help her with George and the girls. George already knew Dad because he hung out with me and Bob and it had taken nothing for him to start treating Dad as his, too. Things didn't change between them when Shirley re-married. George loves his step-father and treats him well. He just has a deeper bond. We were really getting worked up, and then she pulled from me. "Did Tracy taste anything like that?" No, she did not," I answered taking a deep breath and a good look at her."Good!" she said satisfied. She went into my bathroom to fix her hair and add a new layer of lip-gloss. She came out and took my arm.I sat Stef on the counter chair as I went over and got hold of mom from behind, kissing her neck.The pulled away and say, "There you are. How did your scene go today?" Tracy didn't know what.