That's quite a package you're got there."In panic mode I checked my pajama bottoms, but they were shut. "Huh?" Oh, I meant your injection. I hope it m...akes you happy." What? I didn't ask for a happy shot, Mom. Oh... Did you change something?" No, dear, not at all. I did go over your factors with Nurse Riesing, through, and a few of them surprised me. But they're fine. Are you done?"My plate was empty, so yeah, I was done. Fortunately, I remembered to say, "Thanks Mom; it was great!" Well, I. Bunching up my pjays, I left a trail of wet footprints down the hallway until I was beside Gerry’s room. Peering in the half-open door, I could hear him snoring peacefully, quietly. Smiling lovingly I latched the door and headed to my room.I need a good fuck! My fingers slinked over my freshly shaved silky smooth pubic mound Surveying my sexy figure mirror, my sexual feelings and urges turned to sadness. My brother would be gone tomorrow! There was no one else that I wanted right now. Damn!---I. It was her way of letting him know that they were only doing it to make a baby. There would be no contact between them other than the bare necessities for procreation. Other than that, Amanda learned to pleasure herself, and Sam had his practices too. Amanda was sure that over the years, Sam had other mistresses, but he was smart enough not to get caught again.On the surface their marriage was perfect. No one knew what lay underneath the façade of perfection though.Ten years after they got. For a long time I’d gone round studios, like in Soho, and then Miss Debby Ann Trent’s studio in Stoke, looking like a perv (not difficult of course) and asking pathetically for ‘spare photos’ to buy. The only time a studio did have spare photos was Terri’s Glamourworld, and not only did Miss Melanie sell me some of Her photos, but She asked if I’d like to see Her pose (no camera), took tissue-crammed, spunk-stained, caption and cartoon-defiled Spick & Span mags out of my case and copied the.