He had about eight inches, she estimated.

But sheer length wasn't everything. And though she wasn't really bored, Mona kept examining the youthful lines of nephew Kevin's body. What would his sweet slender cock look like? She wanted to record it on film from every angle. She wanted close-ups of it when he was sleeping. And she wanted shots of it fully erect. Then when all the photography was over she wanted to take it in her mouth and…

"Damn, if I keep daydreaming like this I'll have myself in a terrible state of mind." She sighed, walked over to the mirror to brush her hair. She had wrinkles all right and her hair was streaked with gray. But surely a young man would appreciate her body. She lifted her breasts, examining the shape and droop of them. Luckily she had small ones. The years had been kind. She crossed her long legs and spun towards the bed where she'd laid out her day's attire.

She wiggled into the dancing tights that left her legs bare and swooped down so that any male who cared to could view the smooth tan cleavage of her breasts. The tights had a crotch that snapped under her mound. It was a style she'd long favored because it could be undone at a moment's notice, even under a skirt. And since she wore no panties, she had easy access to her pussy in almost any situation. She smiled thinking of the phone booth she'd been thoroughly fucked in. Another of Carl's lewd suggestions. There'd been an elevator too and… But enough of those old memories. She was going to concentrate on the present even if it did drive her half mad. She snapped a skirt around her waist and slipped into a pair of freshly washed tennis shoes. Then she scooped up her array of cock photos, slipped them into a drawer and snatched her camera from the dresser. Carl was taking his daughters to town today so she'd have a number of hours to see if she could make any headway with sweet Kevin. And so what if she did freak him out? He couldn't tell anybody about it, could he? She laughed out loud and pushed through the front door.