He certainly wasn't going to tell her otherwise. "The only thing I might add is how it came about that I started cleaning the soles on your twat in t...e first place." He looked out through the window at the barn as he thought back to the time he had first used her nether lips to clean his boots. He began: "I had stepped in something really nasty that day, and at feeding time I was still in a bad mood thinking about having to clean that crap off, maybe with a stick. Anyway, when I got to. This is her fifth year, so I want my present to bespecial.After Tara arrived we headed over to my studio that adjoins the house. Taratakes a seat near a window with natural light streaming in. I sit in frontof my easel and start to mix paints. To be honest, she really doesn't needto be here. I'm working on her "hair" today. My style mixes photorealismand a surrealism. I always paint the subject's face photorealistic whileperipheral elements might be more fanciful. This is one of the reasons. Natalie had seen her son’s prick and she had LOVED it, the only reason the dildo wasn’t his size is because she didn’t know his size to be exact.Natalie had walked in on her son masturbating more than once and enjoyed the look she got each time before her son scrambled to put his cock away, truly it was the most beautiful cock she had seen.As Mike went out to his party, Natalie pulled out her dildo for a long night of fucking herself to the image of her son’s cock in her mind. She started. . He had to do something, or he'd cream in his pants right then and there. Quickly, he dashed back into his study, opened a cupboard door and took out an expensive German camera which he loaded with special fast- action night film that he'd used in the past for shots when the light was bad. He put on a zoom lens so he could catch all the action and ran back to the two-way mirror. He held the camera up, sighting through the viewfinder."Yes," he said to himself. "That's a good picture‹".