A few more photos of the ladies showing their cunts and asses and than one that made me shoot a load. Mom was siting on a Bar stool between Eddie and... tom, 2 negros she worked with. Mom had only stockings, garter belt and heels and she both men's very large black cocks in he hand. Mom and the 2 negros all had their eyes close obviously in deep pleasure. The next group of photod were of mom, Juny and Beryl sucking th enegros men's very large black cocks. The one I remember most vividly was shot. " Yeah, I know. Deal with it. Aaron? That's not bad." Thanks. And?" Dee." That's not a name. That's a letter." With two 'e's." That really your name?" What, do I look more like a Bruce, Aaron?" No, no. I just can't imagine someone naming their cute blonde daughter Dee." Oh. Oh, thanks." But I like it." Oh, good." Yeah. So listen, you want a drink, or should we get a table, and find some food?" Table, fajitas, beer." In that order, Dee?" Yup." You ever have any trouble making decisions?" Not. Once more impressed by the blast of color and haphazard placement of items, John wondered what had made her run away. He could figure that living with your grandparents would drive you bonkers, but Evelyn appeared to be in reverence of the girl. If she had left, it wasn't because of Mrs. Cooper.John noticed the ornamental cone megaphone placed at the foot of the bed with the script "Hogs" on it. A thought that she was some sort of champion hog caller quickly evaporated when he spied the banners. ”“Yeah, but fantasies aren’t the same thing as reality, and you’re always so busy. Are you sure you don’t at least want to cuddle a bit more or something?”“Hey, I’m not stupid, dad. I know everything can’t always be wonderful. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s better,” Diana says.“We’ve only done it twice,” I remind her about her lack of experience, “Is there anything I could do to actually make it wonderful for you?”Diana bites her lip, reminiscent of her mother. “Well, I mean, maybe…”“This.