How was it for you?' He cocked his head and pondered.'The best seven seconds of my life so far. What the hell happened? Hot's one thing, but I didn't ...expect Krakatoa.' His eyes flicked over her shoulder to the TV and his eyebrows lifted. 'Ulrike Fischer, I've seen this: it's Angélique 13, the last one of the series. Were you watching dirty movies and playing with yourself?' She twisted her head and saw that another sex scene was in progress. The same woman with another man, her head bobbing up. "I want to see her."I was surprised when my parents turned to the doctor and told him to go ahead. They took Mom into the hospital to "induce" (one of many words I learned throughout the time Mom was pregnant) and Dad took Shinka and me home long enough to pack himself a bag and leave us with us with the babysitter.The month was November and it was Thanksgiving weekend. They took Mom on Monday, Kizuna was born on Tuesday, and Dad came back to take us to see them on Wednesday. Thanksgiving was. It’s only a couple of thousand pictures.”Jean said, “How many pictures did you take overall today?”Matt glanced at the other camera, and then one he’d been using to photograph her masturbation session and their lovemaking session. “I’d guess around four or five thousand. I’ll have to let you know.”“Thousand!”Matt nodded, “These two cameras were taking shots every five seconds the whole time we were swapping. So right there is two thousand. I took about a thousand of Jean masturbating, and I’m. My lips trailing over your chest, your tummy, then your thighs, tasting your sweat, hearing your moans. It is strange with another man after all these years, but I know what I’m doing. I know how to treat a male body. I have had so many penises in my hands, my mouth, my cunt, over the years. I know how men’s bodies work, how to tease and arouse them, when to stop and when to speed up. Your body is just one of many I have touched and kissed. It isn’t the body you described to me and it bears.