When I awoke I was sore, but not bad, and I had a few small stitches. But I also had a 23 inch waist and two perfectly formed, completely natural brea...sts. I was in heaven as I got dressed and then drove home. Mom knew I was going to have my beard removed, and when she saw my slightly swollen face she started clucking like a mother hen and immediately wanted me in bed. I was just too sore to argue with her and let her help me get undressed. When I removed my bra and she saw me, a common. “Me? Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Just about ready to be done for the day,” I told her, never really breaking my stare. “Okay,” she giggled. “Really…what’s on your mind?” “I’m wondering how big your tits are to be honest,” I head myself say before I really thought about it. “Oh…I- I see. Well, they’re actually EE cups,” she said shyly. “I want to see them,” I told her plainly, losing the ability to bullshit. “You do?,” she asked surprised. “I…I have just gotten so self-conscious about showing my body. He was about 21, with short blonde hair and a great tan. My girlfriend asked me to put the phone on speaker and get naked. I did as I was told and by the time I had turned around after setting the phone down, the stranger was already naked and hard, sporting an 8 inch dick that curved upward at a sharp angle. As soon as I was naked he pulled me down to the bed and began to suck on my cock, working it over with his tongue and squeezing my balls. As he began to deep throat me, I moaned loudly. My. As I fed the shredder page after page, I had to know some things. Yes, the photo was of Laura Buono, taken by the husband who strangled her to death. She was a housewife; they’d been married for four years and had no kids. The murder was an argument that got out of control. The argument was over the photos.Photos, plural. Frank got his brand-new Polaroid camera and wanted to make some porn. There were probably a lot of guys who had the same thought back then. Every other camera had film that.