’ I said with a chuckle as I handed her the bomber jacket. ‘Why thank you handsome.’ She replied as she took it from my hand. I had to avert my ...yes as she slipped into the jacket. The sweater that mom had chosen would probably keep her warm enough, but it clung tightly to her torso and as she pushed her arms into the sleeves of the jacket the double bulges of her breasts jutted directly at me. ‘Down boy.’ I said to myself, ‘this is your mother you are ogling.’ I turned away and headed for the. The photo was of a relatively pretty girl, wearing a pair of panties and a t-shirt, both of which hung off of her emaciated body. Her dull hair hung limply over bony shoulders and her rib cage stuck out like a skin-covered cage. Her hips were hard-edged swords, her thighs and shins sticks and her knees knobs of bone. Beneath the picture, four words and a date were written. Me on admission day. August 24, 2005. ‘What are you looking at?’ Janice turned the page and let the horrible pictures burn. I was rubbing myself.”“Did he do anything special?”“He was leaning back up against the wall with his hips pushed out and slightly raised on his toes. He stroked fast and then slower as to tease himself. I saw his balls get uptight against the base of his dick. I knew that he was going to be spurting his semen.”“So, what were you thinking about?”“My head was spinning, and my thoughts were mixed from wanting to jack him myself to feel the hardness of his manhood to even taking him in my mouth to. She looked very good in cropped top and some of the tightest leotard pants I had ever seen so that when she walked towards you outlined a lovely cameltoe, the rear view was quite something too.The afternoon went well and we caught up with other neighbours. Well after a few drinks the daughter was looking even better and to my surprise was paying me a lot of attention. It was a great afternoon and I slept well. The following week-end I was out the front tidying the drive when the daughter,.