As in the past she had always been reluctant to pose for any picture, I let her do the posing and asked her to direct me as to when she was ready for ...e take a picture. What started off as fairly candid shots with arm strategically placed over her breasts and a leg angled to obscure her pussy, quickly developed into full frontal suggestive poses. I encouraged her by telling her how much Candy and Steve would appreciate the poses; it was clear by the bulge in my shorts how much I was. And either scared of me-the-boogeyman or them-the-boogeyman. Don’t know which is worse. She doesn’t either. For the best, really. Whore looked pretty, in a desperate way. Probably new to this. Explains reaction to me. Seasoned veterans usually run. She stood. Trembled. Figured I’d kill her, too. Doesn’t work that way. Can’t tell them that, though. That’d be the easy way. Everyone too fond of the easy way. Take Whore for example… Cops go easy on her, ’cause she’s easy and easy on the eyes.. They started to swap my load between the five of them. the two guys that I was kissing with stood up and started back up again. one of them must of still had some in his mouth because I got a big glob In mine.I was hard again in about 10 sec. of that, And it started up again with the guy's trading spots. The guy that took over the ass fingering must have been a mechanic because he grabbed a screwdriver from his pocket a started to fuck my ass with it. This was like the best thing ever, I have. It seemed like every time something got cleared up more showed up. Maureen had been very reassuring, his trust in her love had been validated a hundred times over, but there was the problem of her legs. Her legs weren’t exactly the problem, it was more the idea of her legs, the circumstances around her injuries that had raised new flags. Things from his childhood seemed to be coming back into focus. It was like looking at something in the mud, if only the water would stay calm he’d be able see.