No, it’s the glossy photograph tacked to the ruined plaster. The figure in the photo projects outward, like she isn’t quite part of the portrait, ...ut isn’t really part of the space outside the print either. Alabaster skin glows ghostly silver in the black and whites. She’s slender and delicate, like a willowy waif, but the sardonic smirk that curls her mouth betrays any sort of innocence. As I move through the hallway, I find more photos tacked up. Each one is progressively more erotic, more. I stood up took her hand and we headed into her bed room, I looked at her and said "are you sure you want to do this"?She said if you do.I didn't say anything and reached down and unzipped her slacks and pulled them down.She stepped out of them, and I reached up and pulled the front of her panties open and looked down to her bush.I said nice bush you have there, she said "yea and it all grey too.I slipped my finger under the side of her panties and pulled them off her.I stepped back and took a. He showed her to rub his cock and had her watch it grow in size and convinced her it was because she was such a good daughter. He would lick her pussy and suck her clit. Then he started fingering her hole as he sucked her clit. When his cock got real hard from touching and licking his daughter, he would have her jerk his cock til he would cum. This went on for a couple years and as Meg matured the sex got more intense. He finally started putting his cock inside her hole and fucking the young. 'Let me put some of this on you', he suggested and I lay there as he massaged the sun cream into my broad back, his touch making me grind down on my pubic bone, he knew this just watching my buttocks clench and un-clench, with each application, especially as he worked down my back towards my bikini pants line.I was lying on my front with my face buried in my arms, as if hiding from my embarrassment about being touched, but that did not stop Frank from venturing further, he knew which buttons to.