I want you to know that I am not angry with you for what youwere wearing. But I am angry with you for sneaking items out of myroom. I understand why y...ou didn't want to talk to me about this and Ihope you would have eventually brought it up."I sat with my eyes downcast, hoping that this would all end soon andwondering how long I would be grounded."Is there anything else you want to tell me?" No," I said, shaking my head."You're not gay are you?" No Mom!" Okay. I'm sorry. I had to ask."Some. Her body responded with a series of little shudders. Sliding his other hand up inside her dress, Steve cupped her breast, squeezing it and rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. By now Rachel’s breath was coming in short gasps and she knew she was close to orgasm. Her fingers tightly gripped the edge of the table and all her muscles clenched as she soared up on a wave of ecstasy. The unmistakeable cry of sexual fulfilment reached the ears of the two grim figures in the living. No names, no condoms. What a whore we were working here. We were finally alone and I told her I had one more load for her. She called her boyfriend and I slid my cock into her. Her cunt was slimy with all the cum inside her. She started to clear her throat and tell her what she had done. "I started fucking one guy and then his friends showed up and they all took turns on me. One after another for hours". My cock was balls deep. "I love the feeling of all this cum inside of me. I think I'm. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. 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 question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they.