"Okay!" announced Skipper, looking through the camera's viewfinder. "Everything is good on my end. Looks like you are ready. No point in wasting time....I'm going to roll the camera on three." He held up his hand. "One! Two! Three!"Mother and son stood side by side, facing the camera. Their likeness was unmistakable. The son had his mother's dark eyes, her small nose, her sharp jaw line. Their body types were also similar, though the son was taller. Both were thin and lean - the son having a. This had never occurred to either woman before and they giggled about it. With the knowledge that in anonymity she could at least watch in privacy there was a potentially secret world of sex open to her.Months passed with much laughter at descriptions of size, some curvature and the merits of male circumsion but the shared knowledge that intense and prolonged excitement was being achieved by a friend.There was an inevitability that the anonymous online sex might be explored. Her friend. She shook her head and realized she had been sitting there for an hour. She focused and shortly finished her task.Later that night she called Braxton to meet with him for lunch the next day. A little after that, James called and told her about Western Michigan and the trip to meet with the professor and his family. He told her about their history program, and some about the professor and his family.Beverly was overwhelmed... and worried. What was this going to cost her? Remembering James'. I was 40 at the time and she looked maybe high school age at best. She tried to discuss things like an adult during dinner but I was picking up that she was maybe still in HS. She did pull out an ID when the waitress embarrassingly asked for it when I ordered wine with the dinner. Her ID said 21 so I thought ok she's just young looking for her age plus she was only about 5'1" and weighed maybe 110. Two glasses of wine seemed to hit her quick and I then knew she was a lightweight. After dinner.