Well if you need any more help just let me know. Ok?" Ya, ok. Thanks," he replied as he quickly pulled up his shorts while taking the schedule book an... throwing it in the trash. 'Come what may' he had decided ... photography class it was.The next two weeks flew by as he prepared for his classes and after school started he barely saw his father or Carol. He was up at five o'clock each morning to get in some time swimming before his classes started at eight and didn't usually end until well after. “Creamsycle” Meg shouted. “She says it’s fingering licking good.” This elicited another punch from Kelley.“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that” Sarah replied. “I’m going to go help mom with breakfast. You three can finish here.”“From where I was it looked like a lot more than fingers being licked over there last night. Maybe that flavor Meg was talking about should have been called Cumsycle.” I thought Megan was going to die laughing as Kelley started punching my arms and stomach.“Bro, you. Rory has told me so much about you, I feel I already know you,” Jean said getting to her feet taking both the young girl's hands in her own. “I see no point in beating about the bush, we all know why we are here, and what we are going to be doing. So why don't I break the ice and start,” and without waiting for a reply Jean let the robe slip from her body now standing naked before her son and his young college friend.Rory smiled as he heard Becky give a slight gasp. He had seen his mother naked. “You have more on you?” I said.He produced two more pictures . . . one with the girl on her knees giving him a blowjob, and one with them fucking . . . his cock almost fully visible in between thrusts. I felt the warmth glow within me, as I looked at these pictures of people fucking and both of them being completely shaved. He spoke slowly . . . unsure of himself. “Do you want to see some more pics?” he asked. I nodded my approval. He had more pictures . . . where was he.