It makes me wild. Like now. Like this. With you. I’m wearing stockings and suspenders under here. If you want me to, I’ll take it off. I’ll show...you, Carl. You want me to do it? You want to see me that way?”The single word came up from the depths. It was thick and dark and clotted with the rush of desire. “Yes,” I said, uttering the word before I knew what I was saying.“Good boy,” my grandmother said through a grin. When my grandmother gave me that smirk, I didn’t recognise her. It wasn’t a. I placed two fingers into her pink snatch and began pounding away as I sucked at her clit. My head was engulfed in thighs, her fingers massaging my scalp and forcing my face harder as she grind against it. Her wetness had become so overwhelming that I had to force her away from me to catch my breath.As I looked down at her massive pussy, watching in amazement as it continued to open, almost as if it were breathing, I realized what had to be done. I tore my shirt off my back and plunged my fist. It was still there. Sort of. I could still see it where it had been, or at least a ghostly image of it. "What the hell?" I gasped out in confusion, not only by the strange thing with the building, but by the fact that I was still alive. Suddenly I froze, that feeling of strangeness even more augmented by the fact that my voice sounded wrong to my ears. That shook me out of the amazement from my surroundings and reminded me that there was something weird going on with me as well. It was only. "Now smile in a friendly fashion."I smiled in what I hoped was a friendly fashion. Staring into the camera made me much more intensely aware of his scrutiny."Lick your lips, please," he added.I licked my lips."But doesn't erotic photography show more, too?" Albert pointed out."That depends on the market," Mr. Kelly answered."Today's market shows much more," Albert pointed out, his hands fiddling nervously with his camera. "Magazines today show everything - pubic hair..." He gulped, sweating..