I compliment her on her figure when ever I can, as with most girls, she is unhappy with herself, she thinks her tits should be bigger and her legs lon...ger, but I keep telling her she is perfect. To prove it I bring out my trusty Polaroid camera. At first she balks at posing for me, but I sweet-talk her into it and soon she is exposing her naked body before my lens. I sit down and show her the pictures, looking at them gets her wet all over again; I pump a further load into her responsive body.I. Whereas mine tended to grow wild, hers almost seemed sculpted, the margins clear, the hairline well defined. The hair itself glowed in contrast to my own, which could look dull, lacking the magical highlights I observed now in Helen's.Her well-developed lips formed a perfect cleft. No open gash here, no flabby distended labia. Just Helen's fat little pussy for all the world to see. I wondered how much Jack appreciated that darling cunny.Helen observed my rapture and, noticing the source of it,. "Thanks, Stranger! I have always wanted to try a Mexican beer, but you are the first one to buy it for me." Hey, that is my beer. Go get your own if you want a beer!" Ha, you sure do not know who you are talking to! I am Billy Bob Hooper, and I take whatever I want in this town!" There was no question that the galoot was bigger than most men. He was over 6' tall, not counting his heels from his riding boots. Not only that, he looked like he weighed close to 300 pounds, and not all of it was. I reread a few of the early chapters, idly... so many typos still exist in the first chapters... ugh!But I'm reading about Lindsey's sexual awakening, drawn from so many of my own experiences... mmmm.... it's making me feel a little warm... ok, I guess I really am in a weird mood... ;)I decided to take a long bath right in the middle of the afternoon.I went into the bathroom and locked the door, and started the hot water running. I took off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror, I'm.