Besides, I've seen the real thing; I don't need to look at pictures!" So what do I do now, Paulie?" There's nothing you can do, Pen: if people ask you...about them, just tell them the truth ... that they were private pictures, which someone sent without your knowledge or permission. There's nothing porno­graphic, and you are gorgeous! But I would delete them now, if I was you."She nodded, then took her phone out of her bag and deleted the photos. Then she sighed."I suppose I ought to set up a. I grope my way to the junk drawer and pull out a flashlight. I find the candles I use for dinners and light them, one in each room. I’ve got enough batteries for the flashlight, but the candles may not last, so I blow out ones I’m not using. I change into my jammies and robe, and settle into my easy chair with my flashlight and a good book. I can hear the wind blowing and a draft comes down the chimney. It’s getting chilly. A fire would be nice. I stack some wood and light the fire. It flares. She moved herself forward a bit towards the edge of the chair and held her boobs up towards me, one in each hand. I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started stroking it between the flesh of her boobs in her cleavage. Mom held each tit carefully and firmly in position, squeezing the flesh around my dick and looking down watching me slide my cock between them, and up towards her chin. Fuck, this was great!As I continued, I could see pre-cum at the tip of my prick, and some of it went on her. "You know it."I just didn't get it. I replayed it in my mind. I couldn't make sense of it. At all. Wait.HOLY SHIT! Did that mean what I think I meant?Nah.But what else could it mean?I drove the next few miles in a daze. Then another thought popped in my head. Were Evan and Jean-Luc a couple?I mean, would Jean-Luc say something like that if they weren't?Hhhm. I mean... that would be a pretty forward comment for someone to make otherwise. Wouldn't it?But I thought about the shimmering tension I.