Modeling For My Son — Part 3

Z.I. Potts
Nov 4 · 14 min read
Image by Roy Clarke from Pixabay

I finally walk into the door. My mind was flooded with my boobs and presenting them to my son for his inspection. I still did not feel good about it. But he had a point. If I was going to make money off this site, I was going to have to show them. And well, the first step was to get my son’s opinion on if they are in the class of showable. And knowing me as I knew me, I needed to get this over with, or it would consume my thoughts until I…

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Z.I. Potts

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