There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the q...uestion itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was. He shook his head slightly and reached over to the armrest of her chair and took her hand into his. He lifted her hand and kissed the top of it, twirling the ring on her finger as he did so.“I need a cold shower,” he said, and went into the house.----Benny did a great job grilling up the fish. He also grilled mushrooms, peppers, onions and corn on the cob. It all was delicious. But after a day out on the water under the hot sun, numerous beers and a big meal, Chili was fading fast. He helped. Even without the nanny-cam videos I would have known for sure in that moment, just from his expression. I am your mother, after all. I then explained everything to him – the months of misplaced underwear, the nanny cam, and that it was time for him to be punished – and he stood there, staring at the patterns on the kitchen floor, turning redder and redder. I walked across the room."Come on," I said. "There's something I want to show you."I led him into the living room. On the coffee table there. Then a few minutes later, you say ‘Fuck it.’ And begin thrusting gently, slowly, passionately in and out of me. It is unexpected and delicious, and my hips start rolling in tight little circles, responding to your magnificent dick inside me. My teeth involuntarily bite down hard on the t-shirt in my mouth. Your right hand, which is underneath the right side of my body, reaches around and begins playing with my hard little nipples, squeezing, pulling, stroking. Your left hand rubs circles on my.