Nothing could harm then in the groves.Susan didn't remember unzipping her shorts and pushing her hand into them. But she had, and was strolling with h...r hand cupping her cunt, feeling the soft hair against her palm, the puffy heat of her slit, the wetness on her fingers. Her tits moved in a tight manner as she walked, her nipples high and swollen. She pressed at her clit, and the soft moan it brought from her almost caused her to miss the other sound. She stopped, turning her head, listening.. That night after my dad packed his bags and walked away from his family he left my mom in such a state of hurt and confusion. But it was you that brought the heeling of a warm caring father and grandfather.Back then I could not understand what you had meant to my mother. How she has loved and depended on you. You were the first man in her life to truly love and protect her. I didn't understand the bound that was form the day she was born. The love you gave her as a c***d helped to mole her into. Her building came and then she asked if I would come in to have a glass of buttermilk. I agreed. We entered her apartment, I sat there for a while and then she changed into her nightie. I could clearly see that she had removed her bra as her melons were hanging. She came with 2 glasses and a jug filled with buttermilk. She gave me the glass and bent down to pour the buttermilk and man! I could clearly see her boobs. What a beautiful scene it was.Suddenly I came to my senses and realized that. “This really is normal, but I’ll only do it if you’re comfortable.” A little suspicious and reluctant, but never one to disappoint, Natalie agrees, wanting to make the photos the best possible. “Great!” Heather exclaims as she directs Nat to the studio and pulls out her camera. Nat timidly stands under a recessed light, which throws an interesting shadow, hoping to cover herself just a bit. As she does she begins to unfasten her belt, that’s when she hears the fist click of the camera. As she.