..exhibited. He had cropped the picture nicely. There was no clue as to whose breasts these were. People would probably assume Hayley was a fictional ...name.Steven then showed her the e-mails he had received. There had only been several hundred "hits" so far, but there were already about 25 e-mails he had collected, a much better ratio than his stories got. She, Hayley, housewife and mother of two, had a fan club of sorts. Men liked the look of her breasts, and the pleasure she took from that. An arm reached out from the left side of the frame and clutched the shower curtain, ripping it suddenly back to reveal my mother standing there naked in the shower stall. She gave a startled shriek and instinctively crossed her arms over her body to cover herself. She then laughed and threw the bar of soap and my father (or so I assumed it to be). He stepped back to get Mom's entire body in frame. She was a lean and athletic woman in her late thirties, with nicely tanned skin and blond hair. “Hear that, people?” I said. “Those who weren’t with us then listen to the rest of them.”“Geena, stand so you can watch my hands from the corner of your eyes to follow along, please?”“Christian, (Our 3rd string pianist)”... EPONINEAnd now I’mall alone againnowhere to turn,no one to go to.without a homewithout a friendwithout a faceto say hello toAnd now thenight is nearNow I can makebelieve he’s hereSometimes I walkalone at nightWhen everybodyelse is sleepingI think of himand then I’m happyWith. ?Oooomph!... Gaaaaaaaadddddd!? Inaudibly pleading through the stuffed rag, her shimmering tit flesh bulging in and out through the prickling strands, the trio of thorn filled branches encircles her quivering naked body while she tries to hold her breath, not to inhale while frantically watching the Nun unsympathetically manipulating the vines, twisting the strands firmer, tighter.Glancing up, glaring into Jodi’s tear filled eyes, the Nun’s own dark eyes cold, piercing as she cups the thorn.