They were blurry too. If I hadn’t known that they were pictures of my mother I might not have guessed it.The note said, “Sorry, but I took these m...yself. I’m not very good at it. I’m afraid to let my son take any more! I might let him fuck me. He makes me so horny that I Jill-off every night to thoughts of him.”The next day when I got home from school Mom said, “I experimented with the camera last night but I must have screwed something up. Could you look at it and see if you can fix it?”Well I. .pumped her twenty minutes till I shot all over her ass and back ....damn good day!I had this strange feeling a few years back, that my husband was cheating on me. So one night I followed my husband and was shocked to see him park at an adult theater and go inside. I wondered whether to confront him or not. On one hand I had never been to one of those places and imagined being grabbed and groped - but then I imagined that my husband might be grabbing and groping some other girl, or worse, maybe. When the pace of my charge began to decay (because of the age more than the will), she broke out my hold and she knelt before me with so much strength that I thought her knees were going to go by the ceiling of the lower floor. Her mouth searched for my balls, swallowed them and filled them with saliva, and her tongue slid up the trunk to the summit and skewered with v******e on my dick. It was a movement so calculated and mastered, so perfectly executed, that I couldn’t respond but holding her. It maynot be sold inwhole or in any part, or as part of an electronic document,printed material,voice recording or any other manner without proper copyrightclearances beingobtained from the author. This story was originally written sometime ago for a slavewho I became very close too. She was an extreme slave who was committed to Malesupremacy and serving Men. Subs & slaves with similar beliefs and ideas areespecially encouraged to write me. All are welcome to comment. DREAM GIRL She teetered.