" What was it?" He sat forward in his chair, eagerly listening."Nothing much. Just a picture. It was of the broach actually. Somebody was wearing it."...arry's pencil flew over his notepad. "Did you see who it was?" No, just a person." She closed her eyes willing the image back. Nothing. "I think it was a woman though. That's more of a feeling than anything. It looked like the broach was attached to some folds of deep blue velvet." You're sure it was attached?" Yes, the broach was upright. There. My mother was standing next to me with her arms crossed. She was a blonde woman in her forties, about the same height as me. Her eyes were the same dark blue as the sea at night. Her breast was a large C cup. I would have found her very hot if it weren’t for her tan lines.“I’ve been looking for you for hours! I told you not to go all by yourself in crowded places!” She was looking down at me with a frown on her face.“But mom I’ve been by myself for just ten minutes! And I never ventured too. He looked up at her, saw her totally immersed in her own world, her body heaving with orgasm.“Open your legs,” he told her, “Paul wants your cunt…tell him you want him.”“Yes…oh yes…please,” she begged, opening herself.“Look at me,” he said.Suddenly her eyes opened, but then the spell was broken. She gave a shriek as she saw beyond David to the naked figures of Paul and Laura standing in the doorway.“Oh my god!” She cried, frantically pushing David away and grabbing the sheet, trying desperately. ' he told himself. More to the point to the twitching monster in his pants. He didn't know what to make of all this. The monster had another idea.Chuck returned to the project at hand and slowly put everything right. After organizing his things and washing his hands, he returned to the master bedroom door quietly. That monster in his pants egging him on. He looked through the door cautiously. This time the shades were drawn and it was dimly lit. Chuck heard different sounds this time. A sort of.