I worked my feet up to the edge, the backs of my thighs pressed tightly against my heels. Switching on the camera and turning it to selfie, I held it ...in front of me, and spread my legs. I clicked, saw the image. I typed the words. My shaved wet cunt. My fingers trembled as I attached the photo. A thrill of delight and pride rippled from my feet to my scalp as I pressed the send button. I sat at the table, willing her to answer, flipping back and forth between the before and after pictures,. I slipped the clothes on, finding that they fitted reasonably well. Clothed and clean, and feeling pretty good, I headed out of the room, pausing to hang the wet towel on a drying rack I had seen in the bathroom.The house was fairly large old, I would guess a Victorian place, with solid brick construction. It had a nice warm feeling to it, with bright colours, and nice airy curtains in bright flowery patterns. It had exposed wood doors, and nice plush carpets that felt wonderful on my bare. Why do you ask?" You're taking full advantage of looking at my breasts, even though they are smaller than my mom's. Do you have a crush on me, Kat?" What, no, of course not," I answered, backing away."I'm not judging you; you're allowed to feel however you feel too. I just felt you shake a bit when we hugged, and now you're eyeballing me too. You're being honest with me; you want to propose to my mom, well, tell me if you have a crush on me. If your daughter had a crush on me, I'd want her to. “Just lay back, my dear,” she growled. “I'll do all the work for now.”Somehow she felt taller than she had earlier as her beautiful tits dangled before me even as she lowered herself, trapping my cock between my stomach and her obviously soaking wet pussy. I felt her lips part as she rubbed her clit back and forth along my hardness, getting faster and faster with each stroke.Her eyes appeared to light from within just before she screwed them shut as she shuddered and panted through a powerful.