.." "You were masturbating, weren't you, karen?" Relieved beyond belief, Karen copped to the lesser charge. "Yes, Mom, yes I was. I'm so sorry. I'll n...ver do it again!" "Oh, cut it out," Mom cried, but not angrily, as she sat on the end of the bed, "there's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it. But I am worried about this photo. Did you take this of Bobby, dear?" Once again, Karen couldn't believe her luck. But she made it even more innocuous than it was, "It's Bob, Mom. But I didn't take. What made our new home especially ideal was that it had a brilliant flatlet above the double garage, which I was now able to use as my studio.In the first few years of his daughter’s life, Bob seldom visited me because he knew that young kids were an anathema to me. All our socializing, therefore, took place at his home. Naturally, we all contributed to the food that was consumed at these gatherings.*A few years later, when his daughter began attending primary school, I began to see a lot more. “What’s your name and let me see your CAP card,” Zoe insisted, while the man with her grunted a bit.“I’m ... Evie Douglas. Short for Evelyn, but you get the idea. These are my children, Boaz, Ruth, Naomi, Esther, Deborah, and Caleb. Yes, all Bible names, of course. This is my ... husband, Joseph. He’s probably already contemplating his revenge in case you don’t pick me. It won’t be pretty. Some kind of church discipline, to put it mildly, and worse at home. We’re ... Christians, you see.. Maria has taken up the habit of not wearing a bra at home. I'm sure she uses her beasts to tease me, and it works. I lifted her left tit and kissed her nipple. Maria's nipples are large, almost as round as a dime. They protrude at least a half an inch. Sometimes I latch onto one of them when she is sitting and I'm laying across her lap. She wants me to, so why not? I've sucked on her for a half an hour or more. She sure gets wet when I do that. The sex is always great after those sessions. I.