But before I go any further, I know that internet photo shoots can be manipulated by programs and bodies can be airbrushed then photographed, but ther... was something about Miss Facella that overpowered all of that. It was sheer beauty.As I was helping put together the set, the exact room where Sasha’s and Franziska’s lesbian scene will take place, I was actually nervous with anticipation of seeing Miss Facella in person. If she looked anything like she did on the computer monitor, she was going. Sure, he was new and cute and almost innocent, but he wasn’t like that. That came later, with hair products and money and clothes. I never meant to fuck everything up. I never meant to sleep with him. I didn’t know what he was going to become. I didn’t know that he was going to become this beautiful . . . thing that my dick twitched at the mere sight of. And I sure as hell didn’t know the tricks he was going to learn, the subtle body language and angles of his hips. He meant to. I didn’t. It. “Oh you want more?!” Iasked rhetorically. I violently shoved my cock into her. Burying it tothe hilt I could feel my head against her cervix! She screamed in joyand pain and jerked in my hands. I continued, increasing the speed of my thrusts but slamming mythrobbing tip against her cervix on every one! She gasped heavilybetween my thrusts, “God!…Ouch!…Oooo!…Oh!…Jesus!…What is it?!Oohhhhhhhhhh!” After her last gasp she fell limp. Her. Mark had a football match that afternoon, and after he left, Helen decided to play poker on her computer. Helen played for awhile, but something kept nagging at the back of her mind, so finally she closed her game and decided to rummage around on the computer to see what she could find. As a mother of a f******n year old son, Helen had always kept a close watch on what Mark did on the computer, but she'd slacked off the last few months, figuring that he was old enough to use the computer.