"Cause if you're not, I'm going." I don't even know if it's me she's looking at." It don't matter, it's your turn," Jessie said pushing me off of the ...all."Alright, I'm going," I said adjusting my clothes to make a good impression. By now she was sitting on a bench down and turned away when she saw me approaching. "Hi, I'm Troy," I said stopping in front of her. "Mind if I sit with you?"She actually blushed and covered her face as soon as I started talking. She didn't respond so I sat with her. Word spread, of course, and he quickly had a wait list for aides. Many would visit on their own time.When the demands became too taxing, he decided to limit visits from friends of aides to just one a day. Ahhh, the sufferings of abundance! What a curse. His female visitors had to pay a price to be with his highness. They were required to strip for him and do their best to make little Art salute. In return they got his boney, disease free, vibrating fingers in their pussies and asses. They were. She had been so sexually alive as she was about to look through the peep hole, it had felt so good.... but he was her son. It was one thing to spy on him as he jacked off, but to actually sit in his room and watch him jack off....as he watched her watch him jack off........ Maddy thought she was going to lose her mind. She flopped back on the bed in a fever. "Maybe if I just go to his room and talk about what happened then we could both forget about it and move on. Yes," she thought to. Here is a photo that my husband took of me being fingered by a guy that we did not know at a wedding of one of my friends, my husband loves looking at this photo. He loves the look on my face and the fact that I am opening my legs to help the guy gain access. I still don't the name of this guy!So that you get a picture of who I am, below is a photo of how you might see me when I am out and about in town during the day.Those that have read my other experiences will also know that I have a.