I was wrong. She booted up the computer, went right to PhotoShop and brought up the picture of me fucking her. “What is THIS?” she demanded. “Do...’t be mad, Mom,” I tried to assuage her. “I was just fooling around one day, that’s all.” “How did you do this? she asked. “I mean, I don’t think we ever posed for this, did we?” She broke out into laughter and I was relieved. I laughed along with her. “It’s pretty easy to do with this program, Mom.” I told her. I briefly explained the theory of cut. He had a full beard which was already starting to get a few white hairs, and wore oldfashioned glasses. He sat down in front of her, motioning for her to do the same.Jane looked around at the surprisingly normal looking office. The walls were painted beige, the floor carpeted. A few tasteful pictures hung on the walls, and there was a large potted plant in the corner.She could hear classical music being played from a speaker she couldn't see. She couldn't name any such music, but the violins. After food I asked her would she like to have an another round in my style, to which she agreed. I slowly planted a gentle kiss on her lips. I kept playing with her tongue and she was responding awesome, Slowly i started crushing her boobs as our kiss was getting more passionate. She was shivering with her arousal, slowly I moved my hand down towards her pussy and slowly started playing with her clit. She was moaning on top of her voice. I kept on playing with her clit and slowly inserted my. "Hurry, get your shoes. My match is in five minutes. If we don't make it I'll be scratched from the tournament."I looked at Ann once more before I took off running toward my car. I was surprised to see Karen Parker running along side me. She was tall, dressed in white, white shoes and a short white skirt. She was carrying a racket pouch and she could run. God, could she run.I knew I had shoes in my car and I suspected there was a racket there also. I opened the trunk and surveyed its contents..