Why I shouldn’t return the favor was completely lost on me.By then we were into February and were starting to get a feel for the dynamics of what wa...s going on around us. The Professor would occasionally explain things when the words from Baghdad and Ramadi got too long. We were in the middle of what he called ‘a war for the soul of Islam.’ Now that the Sunnis were out of power, the Shiites wanted their turn, and they wanted revenge for a few generations of shit they had been taking. Okay, that. “uhuh” said my dad. “Ok Kelly, enough talking, take off that sundress lets see what you got.” My mother Kelly looked back at my dad “can you help me baby?” she asked. “mhhhm” my dad said as he began to nibble on her neck while massaging her boobs through the sundress and slowly lifting it above her head. My mom’s decent sized tits popped out sensually, she was not wearing a bra. Her underwear was a sexy white G-string but you could see a ‘thong tang line’. “ohhh look who’s been. " Five minutes later he made hisway through the front door as though it was his own. "Hi Joan, Hi AuntJoan," he said upon entering. Sam grew more masculine by the day. Prettysoon he'd need a nose hair trimmer (ha ha.) God, how I loved this person!Nothing seemed impossible with Sam by my side. Sometimes I found myselfworrying that it would all turn sour somehow. Was it normal to worryabout such things? Damn, what was wrong with me? "How did your practice go?" I asked sincerely. Sam went off on a. I stepped out and stood in front of the white background on the white groundsheet. Jim was all set up with his flashes positioned around the photography area and his camera on a stand in the centre. He gave me some poses to strike, easy, but still reasonably sexy poses, and began to snap away. I was enjoying the feeling of being photographed and the encouragement that Jim was giving me. My boyfriend was sat at the back of the room watching me pose. “Ok,” Jim said, “Do you want to change and we.