“Do you want to touch my pussy bad boy? Go ahead touch it.” I reached up and started to stroke her pussy like I had watched dad do to mom ...through the keyhole. I wanted to lick it and taste it because dad always did that to mom and she loved it. I felt her getting wetter so I licked one of my fingers. Her box was like honey the juice was so sweet. Before I knew it I was licking her pussy as she stood over me and groaned “Oh yes, that feels so good! Oh my little slave,. The fact that she was unusually wet didn't seem at all suspicious to him, even though he normally had to force his way in quite roughly. His single-minded focus was unwavering, piercing through any mental obstacle with ease. Once he has her, his mind falls dormant entirely, and he is driven by instinct alone.The fact that he couldn't tell the difference was funny to her, but she didn't really know what to do with that amusement. Part of her wondered if he was just ignoring it, but she knew in. Figuring that night was as good a time as any, she quietly took Mike's card out of his camera and added his pictures to the collection stored on the thumb-drive. Adding Mike's pictures raised the total to 1500 files, almost all of which were images of Ruthie's exposed body. Just the thought of having posed for so many pictures aroused her.Within the collection there were about 200 images she had taken during the months she was experimenting with self-spanking. Most of those 200 photos were. Bright green eyes dominated her face and she had a smug smile. She knew I was looking and I didn't feel inclined to hide it. "Where did you park," she asked. It was a random question and rather sudden. It took me off guard for a moment. "I walked," I replied offhandedly. She nodded nonchalantly, "Yeah me too." There was a short pause. "You into girls?" My attention was instantly piqued as I took a better look at her. I smiled slyly at her as I stepped up to stand beside her. "I am." "And do you.