She was a quick learner, and before long, she suggested that she take some pictures of me. "You've got to oil up," she said, "just like I did!" She gr...bbed the oil bottle and proceeded to squirt it on my body, spreading the oil with those delicate little hands of hers. When she got to my cock, it was already getting hard again, and I wondered if she was going to jack me off. But then she left it and got the rest of my legs and arms. "I want it hard for the pictures," she said. Then she posed me. She jumped and almost fell into the creek at the sound of his voice. He managed to catch her before that happened. She wasn’t as young as he first thought, but was very pretty except for the big bruise on her cheekbone. Who or whatever had hit her, had hit her hard. ‘Jeezus Keerist mister. You almost gave me a heart attack,’ she said when she got over his catching her from falling into the creek and settled on her feet. ‘Like I said, you know this is private property?’ ‘Um, yes. But this is so. .. this ... very often."I teased him with a laugh. "I should hope not, young man. Unless something has gone awry, I am the only mother you've got."The jibe worked perfectly, lancing his worries. I could feel the tension in his lean muscles fade away there beside me, and he redoubled his efforts. I shuddered, orgasming long and loud. My display was not entirely for his benefit; the sensations he elicited were my favourites, carefully learned after a lifetime's study of my own body and what made. Council Tax statement. I need them to get my mail forwarded. I left them behind. I've got to get them." It's too dangerous, Claire," he begged. "Look what he did last time." Mike," she said, and he could see how resolute she was. "He's my husband; we've been married a long time. Before Ryan was born we had lots of good years. He's only started drinking and beating me up over the past four or five years." But you've said you're going to divorce him!" Mike exclaimed totally puzzled."It's only.